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Matthew Bourne\/New Adventures brings the 1948 movie,\u00a0The Red Shoes<\/em>, to the stage.<\/p>\n

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Victoria Page (Sara Mearns) “auditions” for Boris Lermontov (Sam Archer on settee) at a party given by her aunt, Lady Nestor (Daisy May Kemp, with tiara). Photo: Daniel Coston<\/p><\/div>\n

In 1953-54, when Britain\u2019s Sadlers Wells Ballet had not yet become the Royal Ballet, and the company was performing in New York\u2019s old Metropolitan Opera House in the West 30s, ballet lovers formed lines for standing-room tickets early in the morning. The excitement had, in part, been kindled by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger\u2019s 1948 film, The Red Shoes<\/em>, an update of a story by Hans Christian Andersen. Had anyone seen a ballet dancer as lovely as its heroine, the red-haired Moira Shearer? (Fans may have been sorry to learn that Shearer was pursuing a film career, but Margot Fonteyn was a revelation.)<\/p>\n

Still, it\u2019s proof of Shearer\u2019s enduring fame that Ashley Shaw, Sara Mearns of the New York City Ballet, and Cordelia Braithwaite, who take turns in the role of Victoria Page in the Matthew Bourne\/New Adventures ballet, wear reddish wigs.<\/p>\n

To appreciate fully Bourne\u2019s dramatic and scintillating version of The Red Shoes<\/em> (just ending its season at New York City Center), you have to accept the fact that the dogmatic impresario reminiscent of Serge Diaghliev (played by Anton Walbrook in the film) now dances a bit to convey his devotion to the ballet and to the young woman he is molding into a ballerina. The budding composer, Julian Craster, who has been accompanying classes, dances to show musical inspiration overtaking him, as well as his love for Page, and his struggles with her.<\/p>\n

The music he is writing between stints on one of the two onstage pianos is to accompany the new ballet. What we hear is not Brian Easdale\u2019s music for The Red Shoes<\/em> film (his score won an Academy Award). Instead, Bourne drew music by Bernard Herrmann from a number of movies, including Fahrenheit <\/em>451, Citizen Kane<\/em>, and The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. <\/em>Terry Davies orchestrated these and stitched them together skillfully. (Unfortunately, the recorded music was played at an ear-splitting volume that blurred the composer\u2019s mastery.)<\/p>\n

Over the course of his career in ballet and musical theater, Bourne has re-thought a number of ballet classics\u2014not just his Swan Lake<\/em>, with its all-male flock, but Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty<\/em>, and Nutcracker<\/em>. His Car Man<\/em>, however, was based not only on James M. Cain\u2019s novel The Postman Always Rings Twice<\/em>, but on the two film versions of it. The fact that The Red Shoes <\/em>was also a movie is responsible for some of the ballet\u2019s most stunning effects; for instance, when Page loses control over the tension between marriage and the career she loves, characters from the ballet swirl and contend and overlap in ways that are almost cinematic.<\/p>\n

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Marcelo Gomes as composer Julian Craster in the throes of inspiration. Matthew Bourne\u2019s The Red Shoes<\/em>. Photo: Lawrence K. Ho<\/p><\/div>\n

Lez Brotherston\u2019s remarkable set enables a variety of swift scene changes that also evoke a camera\u2019s movements or an editor\u2019s cutting rhythms. An ornate proscenium arch within City Center\u2019s larger one swivels to shift the scene between a supposed performance and a backstage dress rehearsal, during which upstage footlights shine in our direction, and the dancers turn their backs to us. As Craster, Marcelo Gomes of American Ballet Theater (who shares the role with Dominic North) comes forward to congratulate the fictional orchestra that\u2019s supposedly in front of us. And that gilded arch can smoothly convey us from Lermontov\u2019s office to Page and Craster\u2019s shabby London apartment, after he has been fired and she has left the company to be with him. Paule Constable\u2019s lighting and Duncan McLean\u2019s production design abet the scenic effects. (The one flaw, to my mind, is the fact that several seaside backdrops don\u2019t reach to the floor, and below them, what can look like water instead mirrors the dancers\u2019 feet.)<\/p>\n

Although Bourne\u2019s The Red Shoes<\/em> is a full-length ballet with an intermission, the plot races along in a kind of dramatic shorthand. We don\u2019t see love develop between Craster and Page. He impetuously kisses her by way of congratulations. After intermission, we see them strolling among the frolicking dancers at Villefranche-sur-Mer, wearing similar striped shirts, their arms around each other, already a devoted couple. The ballet-in-progress scenes involve gesticulating and kibitzing over a small model of the set, into which Ratov, the designer (Jack Jones); Lermontov\u2019s secretary (Joe Walkling); and Lermontov (Sam Archer) peer and over which they gesticulate, most with a cigarette in hand.<\/p>\n

In getting the performers in Bourne\u2019s New Adventures into the nitty-gritty of the ballet world during the 1940s, the choreographer asked each cast member to research a dancer working during that period. They\u2019re listed in the program under those names, e.g. \u201cSvetlana\u201d (Beriosova), \u201cBeryl\u201d (Gray), \u201cAnton\u201d (Dolin), \u201cFrederic\u201d (Franklin).<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a lot of choreography on view, not all of it great (perhaps deliberately). The aspiring Page is nudged into an impromptu solo at a party to convince Lermontove of her talent. The solo itself (performed by Mearns the night I saw The Red Shoes<\/em>) is a nymphy affair, characterized by supple movements of this marvelous dancer\u2019s torso and her suspensions of breath. We see a ballet class presided over by ballet master Grisha Ljubov (Glenn Graham) and a rehearsal of Les <\/em>Sylphides (to Chopin\u2019s Valse Brillante). The small ensemble performs a very clever beach ballet, with contrapuntal swimmers and ballplayers, that brings to mind Bronislava Nijinska\u2019s Le Train Bleu. <\/em>In Act 2, we\u2019re treated to a brief glimpse of the mysterious Concerto Macabre<\/em>, which features two-dimensional Greekish dancers and a \u201cbull\u201d (Graham with body makeup and a mask).<\/p>\n

When Page has gone to London with Craster, now her husband, she gets work in a music hall, a place where two tired showgirls in elaborate feathered garments do their number shortly after two (uncredited) male dancers perform a witty pseudo-Egyptian number that includes a sort-of hornpipe, and Page is subjected to an \u201cadagio\u201d with two males (perhaps symbolic of Craster and Lermontov). All praise to scantily clad Mearns for bravely maintaining her self-possession while being manipulated into uncomfortable acrobatic positions.<\/p>\n

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A hellish scene in the ballet within The Red Shoes<\/em>. Liam Mower dances with Sara Mearns, while Glenn Graham, between them, presides satanically. Photo: Daniel Coston<\/p><\/div>\n

Some of the dance passages reveal feelings ingeniously. The fading ballerina Irina Boronskaya (Michela Meazza) goes through a lighting rehearsal, \u201cmarking\u201d the steps, turning her soulful gaze toward the spotlight\u2019s beams, while holding her Sylphide<\/em> costume in front of her and manipulating it to best advantage. Gomes\u2019s major solo begins when Craster becomes inspired by the music he\u2019s jotting down on a page. Or maybe \u201cintoxicated\u201d is a better word. Gomes\u2019s performing and Bourne\u2019s choreography are a marvel. The later duet between him and Mearns vividly expresses the tensions that develop when both are deprived of the art that nourishes them. Their limbs tangle brutally, and both end up separated from each other and in tears.<\/p>\n

Gomes and Mearns performed their roles wonderfully\u2014neither over-dramatic, nor too restrained. Some of the other dancers offered a more over-the-top delivery. You could believe that the excellent dancer Liam Mower, assuming the role that Robert Helpmann played in the movie (Page\u2019s dance partner, Ivan Boleslawsky), would be given to dramatic gestures (I never understood why he \u2014and Helpmann\u2014 also portray a minister in the ballet within a ballet; maybe this village considers dancing to be the devil\u2019s business and need to exorcize him). Although Graham impressed me mightily as a dancer, I was put off by his approach to the Massine role during rehearsals and \u201cdiscussions.\u201d With a rigid spine and a snooty uplift of his chin, he seemed a caricature of the stern choreographer and ballet master.<\/p>\n

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The priest (Liam Mower) comforts the dying heroine (Sara Mearns) of The Red Shoes<\/em> ballet. Photo: Daniel Coston<\/p><\/div>\n

Defining an onstage ballet within a movie is easier than defining an onstage ballet within an onstage ballet of the same name. When a black-and-white panorama of a small village slides across the back of the stage, and new wings descend to frame the stage, we spectators have to understand that we\u2019re seeing the finished work in which Page stars. Its population is also garbed in black and white, whether the dancers are portraying dagger-sharp men and women or sailors and their girls. Ballet Master Graham doesn\u2019t seem to play the shoemaker who crafted the dangerous slippers, but a devil (small, barely discernible horns and lots of red lighting). As Victoria Page, the newly minted star, Mearns wears a red velvet bodice and overskirt surmounting a billow of white petticoats. Tempted by the diabolical Graham, she dons the red shoes and begins the endless dance they compel her to perform.<\/p>\n

Exciting though this is, you might need to review the 1948 movie to be absolutely sure of what you\u2019re seeing. Certainly the heroine\u2019s plight is evident: unable to shuck the shoes, she gets tired, wobbly; her hair comes down; her dress becomes ragged and filthy. Her lover (Mower) seeks her, but neither sees the other until it\u2019s almost too late, even though the two are dancing near each other. The shoes come off. She dies. The crowd (we\u2019re joined by recorded cheers) goes wild. At the end of Act 2, when Vicky throws herself under a train (a convincing, smoke-belching locomotive heading for the audience), it\u2019s Gomes who takes off the hastily tied slippers and cradles her in his arms. And this time, the cheering is all ours.<\/p>\n

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