Is The Nutcracker dead at OBT?
by LostTradition on 12/21/09Keller Auditorium - PortlandRating: 1 out of 5Attending The Nutcracker has been our family Christmas tradition for many years. Last year, performances were stellar and even the balconies were filled with eager aficionados shouting Bravo! after Bravo! for everything from the opening act, to each soloist, to the final curtain. Not so, this past Friday, where we witnessed a drudgery of lead-footed characters as abysmally painful to watch as it apparently was to present. George Balanchine was certainly spinning in his grave over this one. It would be kind to say that the dancers were uniformly lackadaisical; but the uniformity stops there. From the company, to the soloists, one can best describe the piece as a chaotic dance of the zombies.
Neoclassical ballet is a ballet style that uses traditional ballet vocabulary but is less rigid than the classical ballet. For example, dancers often dance at more extreme tempos and perform feats that are more technical. Technical feats? Nonexistent. Attitude – lethargic at best. Ballet d'action involves expression of character and emotion through dancers' bodies and faces, rather than through elaborate costumes and props. The costumes and props were there, the expression and emotion, not so much. Spacing in neoclassical ballet is usually more modern or complex than in classical ballet. Complexities; not awkward, sluggish stumbling.
Although organization in neoclassical ballet is more varied, the focus on structure is a defining characteristic. I have seen more organizational structure and dance talent exhibited at a drunken line dance at a cowboy bar than I experienced Friday night from OBT. They should take Mr. Balanchine's name off the program; this was nowhere near representative of his genius. Clearly, the organizers of this debacle are fraudulently trading on Mr. Balanchine’s longstanding reputation for creative excellence as the father of neoclassical ballet – it would be eminently more honest of the producers and director of this piece to sully their own names for the travesty they presented.
Speaking of genius, whoever decided to do away with the orchestra for the sake of saving money, have certainly experienced a self-fulfilling prophecy of a near-empty house as reward for their genius. With no live music, the smart people stayed away in droves and fortunately missed the dancers’ bored-to-tears flailing about. From our box seats, we could see empty row after empty row below us, and a closed, empty balcony behind.
From the comments overheard at intermission, apparently many did not know of the change to recorded music; were disappointed both by the lack of orchestral support and dismal performances; and voiced an almost uniform intention NOT to return next year. We definitely will not return, and have lost a treasured family tradition. Portland has lost a legacy. Sad.
Although, there was this one bright moment in the lobby when an aspiring 8-year old ballerina exclaimed, "Just wait until I can be in the ballet momma, I'll be much better than those guys." Out of the mouths of babes!