English National Ballet’s Le Corsaire is a romp, packed to the gills with pirates, daft plotting and virtuoso dancing. It’s also full of male roles, taken with gusto by the home team and some terrific guest artists.
Le Corsaire is certainly not deep; it’s ridiculous but winning. An entertainingly sparkly spectacle for a grim January night.
Christine Joy Ritter moves with animalistic force, the princess’s id unleashed and forced into action.
What Khan understands supremely well is the appeal of his mythological realm, and how to configure its grandeur and its ritualistic forms in ways that speak to us.
Khan’s choreography here turns on a sixpence between furious, spinning-top energy and a shimmering, almost outer-space-like tranquility, and yields some stunning passages.
Carlos Acosta is terrific as all the men in Elizabeth’s life: an ardent Leicester, swaggering pirate Raleigh, clownish Duc d’Anjou and finally a deluded, obsessed Essex.
Forgive the maritime pun, but I think I should steer clear of this derring-do tale of piracy and sex slaves, since it’s no good for my sanity... Continue Reading