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Buscarini’s Athletes is a good choice because it employs advanced dance skills without being ponderously dance-referential. It’s a work whose eerily suggestive beauty will speak to all comers.
Mayerling is a ballet whose horror and darkness seem to expand with every performance. As a theatrical experience it’s unforgettable.
It’s her force of personality, sharp timing and sheer technique that carry this intricate, layered piece [The Wishing Well] about memory and the hopes and desires of childhood, and the way they are tempered and transformed in later life.
Watson tackles each dialogue with such intelligence, such naturalism, such physical command that whole back-stories are made flesh and each solo becomes a distinct stage in the syphilitic prince’s decline.
Cherkaoui is brilliant at creating striking images, and his dancers never look less than beautiful or perform with anything other than staggering, fluid skill. But apart from one sunlit scene where sculptors chisel their bodies into shape, the tone is unrelentingly earnest.