Magazine article The Spectator

Dance: Royal Ballet Triple Bill

Magazine article The Spectator

Dance: Royal Ballet Triple Bill

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A kindly cowboy, an East Coast bride, adultery, murder and madness. The Wind, Dorothy Scarborough's 1925 Texas gothic novel (and Sjöström/Gish movie), offers rich pickings for dance narrative and was selected by Arthur Pita for his Covent Garden main stage debut. What could possibly go wrong?

Pita has made some terrific dance dramas -- notably 2011's Metamorphosis for a treacle-glazed Edward Watson -- but The Wind is a massive disappointment, looking thin and underwritten despite hefty production values. A miniature railway dollies pointlessly around the stage perimeter and the wind of the title is supplied in tedious abundance by two custom-built threshing machines (the cold front could be felt in the upper circle).

Characterisation and costuming are equally crude. Thiago Soares is a hayseed in chaps, Thomas Whitehead a vile seducer in a big (black) hat while poor Edward Watson whirls through miles of billowing gauze as a Native American wind spirit wearing enough wet-white to mark up a tennis court.

A more sophisticated storyteller -- Kim Brandstrup springs mouthwateringly to mind -- would have relished Scarborough's conflicted, homesick heroine. Repelled by her homespun husband, she dreams of rescue by the mysterious stranger she meets on the train west, but Pita robs the climactic seduction of any ambiguity, reducing her to a demented rape victim (just what ballet needed). Even the improvisatory abandon of Natalia Osipova's final solo couldn't rescue the whole sorry business from cliché. …

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