http://www.chaussuresmagasins.comThe Royal Opera House can have hosted few more magical spectacles than the romance that played out between principals Johan Kobborg and Alina Cojocaru in Saturday night’s performance of Manon,chaussures Converse.
It was one of those rare and wonderful occasions where you were watching two people at the top of their game,tods pas cher, two sublime parts making an even stronger whole – and in Cojocaru’s Manon an interpretation nothing short of perfect,puma chaussure.
A sadder consequence of the evening (more of which later) was that it almost entirely eclipsed the previous night’s partnership,tods Femme. This time,chaussures pas cher, Leanne Benjamin was Manon,tods chaussures, Federico Bonelli Des Grieux,tod’s soldes. And, although it would be unjust to describe the performance as bad, there wasn’t an ounce of Saturday night’s magic.
A bacchanalian fusion of pimping brothers, bickering tarts, crushed velvet and shattering hearts, Manon (premi by the Royal Ballet in 1974) is the most decadent entry in Kenneth MacMillan’s decadent canon, and one of the most tragic,life love sets the stage crackling with sexual excitement, too.
Adapted from Abb Pr 1731 novel, it traces the story of the feckless courtesan whose inability to do the right thing when presented with the choice between true love (Des Grieux) and money (the old, awful Monsieur G M) causes disaster for everyone.
Without, then, a vivid, vital struggle playing out in Manon’s soul, the piece pretty much loses its raison d’ which was very much the case on Friday. Bonelli made a decent if unspectacular fist of the helplessly love-struck Des Grieux, but, in facial expression and physical nuance, Benjamin gave little or no sign of having fallen for him.
In her one-note performance, Manon seemed to have opted for Mammon, and the searing pas de deux of acts one and two seemed merely like a girl stringing her poor fellow along rather than involuntary expressions of doomed but very mutual love.
How blazingly different things were the following night, from the couple’s very first meeting, in Act 1. Even as she was being passed from admirer to admirer, diving between them like some sort of sea-sprite (the strength and delicacy of her phrasing was particularly astonishing here), there was a reluctance to her actions that was spot-on.
And at the close, as Massenet’s score soared to its most impassioned peak, she was the most heartbreaking rag-doll imaginable.
To be fair, although they were excellently served by Viacheslav Samodurov’s athletic Lescaut (Manon’s lovable rogue of a brother), Friday’s GM (a supercilious Gary Avis) and Beggar Chief (star-to-be Steven McRae) both had the edge on Saturday’s equivalents.http://pumpascher.chaussurespaschere.info
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