Monday night at the ballet ensures that many of the patrons are under 26. Discounts for their enjoyment proof that at the right price, ballet is as irrelevant as jelly wrestling and as popular as rock concerts. Hardly a seat is given for the males of the audience. Their numbers far fewer and obviously only the older set taking up the A section in the stalls.
Beautiful is but one of many adjectives in describing the production of The Sleeping Beauty. Lavish, rich and splendid also fall into the description notes. At three hours, it is an epic tale that suffers in parts where direction moves too fast and too broadly to hold a real understanding. Only slight is this trouble, for the manner of the ballet is interpretive, the excuse is solid.
Alongside seats in the B and C sections, of the gallery and the surrounds, seats in the loges prove their worth. Poor fools in the balcony find their vision complete with silhouettes of the people in front. Decapitations may work for some, a lasting solution it is not. Inclines of the side seats contributing much to their angle of discontent.
When they warn of "restricted viewing" they are not joking and should include the zealousness of certain ushers looking to stamp out those standing against a wall for reasons left to their own.
Wednesday, 7 December 2005 - 08:24
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