With three quarters down and one to play, we can safely predict that this has been the most winning New York City Ballet fall season in decades. For several years, balletomanes have been issuing two-minute warnings: Put your best stuff out on the field or you’re going to lose. Finally somebody listened. It’s been a season that saw patrons literally buy season tickets and attend every performance.
The second and third weeks delivered so many spike-the-ball-dance-in-the-endzone touchdowns that balletomanes became giddy drunk on Balanchine. No, no, no, there will be no Sober October while Balanchine is in play. At the end of the night, take away the car keys and push us onto the M11 bus and let us annoy all the passengers with our loud, obnoxious giddy ballet drivel about Mira, Adrian, Isabella, Chan, Kikta, Emma, Davide and Jackie. “Ooooooh, did you see Savannah Durham is back in full flying force? And the beauty of Afanasenkov and Naomi Corti! And the size of those corpsmen - OMG.” Let the bus reek of ballet breath.
During Week 2, we celebrated Megan Fairchild’s and Roman Mejia’s Liberty Bell and El Capitan in Stars and Stripes. Did we notice the twinkle in her eyes as she calmly balanced those perfectly formed developpes a la second en pointe? Yep, we surely did. And since when did the orchestra add cannons to the Sousa score — oh wait, that was just Mejia launching himself from one end of the stage to the other in explosion after explosion of flair and firepower. The alternate cast of Mira Nadon and Peter Walker will undoubtedly find their stride in this ballet but appeared to need more rehearsal at their debut performance.
The revival of Bourrée Fantasque with Karinska’s stunning black-tulled tutus was exquisitely danced. Emily Kikta and Roman Mejia in the opening movement played off their height difference brilliantly — here was a future Siren and Prodigal Son. She is simply one of the most commanding ballerinas of our time. Mira Nadon and KJ Takahashi in the same movement during the matinee were less connected but her glamour was all-empowering. Isabella LaFreniere and Chun Wai Chan imbued their Prélude with smooth elegance in the opening cast as did Emilie Gerrity and Gilbert Bolden on a more moderate scale at the matinee. The exuberance in the Fete Polonaise was courtesy of Emma Von Enck & Sebastian Villarini-Velez followed by Alexa Maxwell & David Gabriel in the subsequent performance.
Agon has lost a good amount of its competitiveness this season. Miriam Miller and Unity Phelan were too demure in their opening sequences and didn’t snap their attitudes around their partners (Peter Walker and Adrian Danchig-Waring) as is expected. Isabella LaFreniere and Emilie Gerrity executed their Bransle Gay solos admirably, but the final three counts needed a much stronger statement from each dancer. The Sarabande danced by Jovani Furlan and Taylor Stanley, respectively, lacked an exaggerated sense of self.
Slaughter on Tenth Avenue is still in a transition period. Sara Mearns with Andrew Veyette and Miriam Miller with Tyler Angle gave spirited if somewhat calculated performances. The tap dancing wasn’t always amplified sufficiently which made all the foot shuffling seem like, well, foot shuffling. This ballet needs big, big personalities. Here’s hoping we don’t have to wait too many seasons to see Kikta and LaFreniere added to the contingency of Strippers.
Concerto Barocco looked to be in excellent shape last Saturday evening. Emilie Gerrity and Unity Phelan were perfectly paired in their roles, and Andrew Veyette was an exceptional partner in the PdD with Phelan. Each of these women could dance the opposite's role beautifully. It would be fun to some day see what each dancer could offer in the alternate role if the cast was switched up in the middle of a week. The corps de ballet – a mix of veterans and newer dancers – handled the challenges of Barocco seamlessly, but the eye always went to Jackie Bologna whose back leg in arabesque or a lunge was always just a little more perfectly behind her and just a little more stretched. It has, for a while now, been puzzling why this beautiful dancer has not been given major opportunities.
Daniel Ulbricht showed that he is still very much at the top of his game in Prodigal Son. His execution of the iconic aerial position where the right leg extended above hip height and the left leg tucked under him was crystal clear and was held for a good length of time. He conveyed the petulance of a teenager at the beginning followed by wonderment which evolved into alarm upon getting involved with the Siren and Drinking Companions. Finally, his knee-walk with hands clasped behind his back as he begged for forgiveness from the Father was as intensely dramatic as the music. Miriam Miller still has a ways to go in developing the menacing, serpentine-like qualities of the Siren, but she’ll get there. The question is: will she get there before some of the other very tall dancers are more ready to dive into the role.
The season’s first performance of Symphony in C was serviceable. Everyone was nearly ready, but some more than others — most notably Emma Von Enck and Roman Mejia in the Third Movement who clarified that this movement was actually about getting up in the air with the jumps.
The peaks of these two weeks were Apollo and Tschaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 2 (aka Ballet Imperial) on a program that also included the lesser La Sonnambula. Adrian Danchig-Waring and Chun Wai Chan, who shared the title role of Apollo, both offered brilliant interpretations. Both successfully detailed the development of Apollo from the eager young god into adulthood. Both possessed extraordinary physiques as well as the partnering mastery and strength needed to thrill. Adrian’s skillful character shading was masterful and made us think that there is a lot more in the tap to flow out. Maybe Ratmansky will open the spigot to show us the more dramatic and comedic sides of this artist. It is so much fun to see an artist go to a place where the audience never thought he could go. Similarly with Chan, there is still much theatrical talent to mine.
Unity Phelan, Emilie Gerrity, and Sara Adams comprised the muses in the Danchig-Waring cast. All three were pleasantly similar physically and temperamentally. Unity’s extraordinary extensions, Emilie’s conquering of the treacherous pique turns with the finger to the lips, Sara Adams’ beautifully shaped feet were all lovely to see. But there was no doubt that the towering trio of Mira Nadon, Emily Kikta, and Isabella LaFreniere opposite Chun Wai Chan’s Apollo was a strikingly dramatic cast that nearly ran away with the performance. Not since Kowroski, Mearns, and Reichlen pounced on Chase Finlay have we seen such a powerful triumvirate of women shape the god Apollo. When Nadon’s Terpsichore occasionally peered under her eyebrows at Apollo there was no question that this was a tutor/student relationship. The innate artistry that abides in her in every role she dances is truly a gift to the audience — a case in point, the exceptional stretch of the neck backwards in the final sunburst pose. Kikta’s Polyhymnia was a captivating, mighty muse. During the first performance, she let the pique turns to arabesque psych her out but recovered most of the control by the next performance. The sequence is always such a challenge to concentration because the dancer may have to launch the second turn after not landing the first arabesque perfectly as a set up for what comes next. Then she has to execute the third pique turn to arabesque after struggling with the second one. Sometimes it’s better to pour love into those turns rather than trying to fight with them. LaFreniere’s Calliope was pitch-perfect. The torso contractions followed by her expansive arabesques made for a stunning contrast. The slow control of the turning releve battements to the side gave the movement a grandness without being showy.
La Sonnambula enjoyed a fine debut by Alexa Maxwell as the Sleepwalker. The urgency of the bourrees on her entrance heightened the drama in the music. Anthony Huxley was still in the process of putting his Poet together at the debut but seemed to be more sure of himself at the second performance. The few highlights of this ballet included the two performances of the Pas de Deux by Jackie Bologna and Davide Riccardo. In contrast to the generic, dull, wishy-washy output of the alternate cast of soloists, these two corps members made their brief pas a major event. It is impossible to understand what is holding Bologna and Riccardo back. Both are sparkling artists who deserve more opportunities than they are presently getting.
The unquestionable highlight of the past two weeks was Tiler Peck’s treatment of Tschaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 2. Oh my goodness, it was such a privilege and unforgettable experience to witness the masterful musicality and absolute command of the language in her two performances. Never have we seen articulation of this ballet like we did this week. Particularly on Sunday while sitting in the third ring, Haglund kept thinking “my god, I’ve never really noticed that step before and it is sooooo beautiful.” Joseph Gordon was also outstanding in everything that he danced, but Tiler was just on another level — a level that had us holding our breath and refusing to blink so as not to miss anything that she did. In the alternate cast, Emily Kikta turned the soloist role into a major principal exhibit. Not only were there megawatts of energy, but there was glamour, clarity in port de bras, and a reaching out to the audience that was all captivating.
Our H.H. Pump Bump Award, diamonds atop a towering stiletto which we found on our spring trip to Harrods, is bestowed upon Tiler Peck for her astonishing performances in Tschaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 2.