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             Adolphe ADAM (1803-1856) 
              Giselle Ballet pantomime in two acts (1841) [105:00] 
              Choreography by Jean Coralli and Jules Perrot 
              Choreographic restaging by Yvette Chauviré 
              Restaged by Florence Clerc 
                
              Svetlana Zakharova - Giselle 
              Roberto Bolle - Prince Albrecht 
              Vittorio D’Amato - Hilarion 
              Annalisa Masciocchi - Mother 
              Marta Romagna - Myrtha 
              Flavia Vallone - Princess Bathilde 
              Francisco Sedonño - Duke of Courland 
              Francesco Ventriglia - Wilfried 
              Matthew Endicott… The hunter 
              Sophie Sarrote & Antonio Sutera - Pas de deux 
              Lara Montanaro & Laura Caccialanza - Two wilis 
              Corps de ballet of the Teatro alla Scala 
              Orchestra of the Teatro alla Scala/David Coleman 
              Directed for TV and video by Tina Protasoni 
              rec. Teatro alla Scala, Milan, 2005 
              Sound: PCM stereo, DD 5.1, DTS 5.1 
              Picture: NTSC/16:9 
              Region code: 0 
                
              ARTHAUS MUSIK   
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          Adolphe ADAM (1803-1856) 
            Giselle Ballet pantomime in two acts (1841) [111:00] 
            Choreography after Jean Coralli and Jules Perrot (1841) 
            Restaged by Marius Petipa (1887) 
            Adapted by Patrice Bart and Eugène Polyakov (1991) 
              Laëtitia 
            Pujol - Giselle 
            Nicolas Le Riche - Albrecht 
            Marie-Agnès Gillot - Myrtha 
            Wilfried Romoli - Hilarion 
            Richard Wilk - Prince of Courlande 
            Natacha Quernet - Princesse Bathilde 
            Danielle Dousard - Mother 
            Stéphane Elizabé - Wilfried 
            Myriam Ould-Braham & Emmanuel Thibault - Pas de deux 
            Emilie Cozette & Laura Hecquet - Two wilis 
            Ballet and Principal Dancers of the Opéra national de Paris 
            Orchestra of the Opéra national de Paris/Paul Connelly 
            Directed for TV and video by François Roussillon 
            rec. Opéra National de Paris, 2006 
            Sound: PCM stereo, DTS-HD, dts-Master Audio 7.1 
            Picture: 16:9, 1080I Full HD 
            Region: worldwide 
              
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                Three cheers for Arthaus Musik! Even in these straitened times 
                  the company continues to keep balletomanes happy, on this occasion 
                  issuing rival Milan and Paris versions of the favourite old 
                  warhorse Giselle – though I’ve no doubt that the company 
                  assumes, quite rightly, that true fans will want both versions 
                  anyway. 
                    
                  The appeal of the slightly earlier La Scala performance lies 
                  undoubtedly in its two über-charismatic stars, Bolle and Zakharova. 
                  After the earlier release of their fabulous Milan La Bayadère 
                  (TDK DVWW-BLLBSC), this Giselle will doubtless consolidate 
                  their reputation even further among collectors of ballet on 
                  DVD. 
                    
                  Roberto Bolle is impossibly handsome, as well as talented. At 
                  the age of just 15, he was selected by Rudolf Nureyev to portray 
                  the fatally seductive boy-vamp Tadzio in choreographer Flemming 
                  Flindt’s version of Death in Venice. Just a couple 
                  of years ago, the world’s leading photographer of homoerotic 
                  imagery Bruce Weber produced a premium-priced coffee table volume 
                  in adoring celebration of his physique (see 
                  here). Quite apart from those looks – and as hardly needs 
                  to be pointed out of such an admired and successful artist – 
                  Bolle’s physical strength (watch those lifts!) and those long 
                  legs, together with his self-evident emotional sensitivity to 
                  a role, enable him to dance the role of Albrecht to perfection. 
                  In acting the role, too, he has a striking technique whereby 
                  his eyes appear to look, but to see nothing 
                  - especially useful when conveying the prince’s moral shortcomings 
                  in Act 1 and his visual inadequacy in the supernatural episodes 
                  of Act 2. 
                    
                  Bolle’s partner here, Svetlana Zakharova, certainly matches 
                  him when it comes to being both easy on the eye and accomplished 
                  as a dancer. From a technical point of view, her performance 
                  is virtually flawless. Where she may be thought by some to be 
                  slightly lacking, however, is in conveying the widest range 
                  of emotions experienced by the much put-upon heroine – the very 
                  aspect of the role that attracts most leading ballerinas to 
                  it. In comparison with Roberto Bolle, who offers an interpretation 
                  full of natural, “spontaneous” facial expressions and physical 
                  gestures, Zakharova is, to be honest, somewhat more limited, 
                  except when portraying sadness. She is notably affecting at 
                  the moment when her mother explains that she may not dance without 
                  endangering her health and also in Act 2’s Grand pas de 
                  deux. That emotional deficiency will be emphasised even 
                  more when, as we will see, the rival Paris Giselle 
                  is brought into consideration. 
                    
                  Milan’s other dancers are generally well cast and technically 
                  very proficient. Vittorio D’Amato’s Hilarion looks suitably 
                  nasty when required, while Marta Romagna’s imperiously malevolent 
                  queen of the wilis looks like nothing as much as Agnes Moorehead 
                  who’s just chewed on a particularly bitter olive – and then 
                  swallowed the stone. Apart from a somewhat fumbled clasping 
                  of hands, Act 1’s pas de deux peasants, Sophie Sarrote 
                  and Antonio Sutera, made an especially positive impression. 
                  Lesser roles are invariably well danced and the corps de 
                  ballet, whether impersonating rather too well dressed peasants 
                  in Act 1 or cruel man-hating wilis in Act 2, are fine. 
                    
                  Aleksandr Benois’s Act 1 sets and costumes (late 16th 
                  century?) are visually pleasing. The well lit stage is filled 
                  with attractively detailed, realistic scenery, though that does 
                  jar somewhat, to my eyes at least, with a rather more impressionistically 
                  painted rocky backdrop. I was less struck by the set for the 
                  second act, kept very plain with just a few trees and the cross 
                  over the heroine’s grave and all bathed in a blue light. The 
                  rival Paris production’s set has rather more detail in the background 
                  and is more effectively lit. 
                    
                  I was very taken with Tina Protasoni’s direction for TV and 
                  video. Camera angles are invariably well chosen and occasionally 
                  rather imaginative. There is a striking shot where Hilarion, 
                  with massive malevolence and triumph in his expression, presents 
                  Albrecht with the sword that is proof of the latter’s nobility. 
                  There are, in fact, rather more facial close-ups than one finds 
                  in many other ballet recordings. That can be a danger if the 
                  performers are hammy or are over-mugging to reach the back stalls, 
                  but those dangers are successfully avoided here and I thought 
                  that the close-ups added considerably to the on-stage drama. 
                    
                  Having enjoyed the Milan Giselle so much, I had doubted 
                  that the Paris version would top it. But, in many respects, 
                  I was to be proved enjoyably wrong. 
                    
                  The one obvious area where the French production cannot compete, 
                  at least in some respects, is in its lead performers. Bolle 
                  and Zakharova simply radiate star quality as personalities 
                  and, no matter how fine their ability as dancers, that cannot 
                  be said of their rivals Le Riche and Pujol. Nicolas Le Riche 
                  – described by Craig Dodd’s witty Bluff your way in ballet 
                  (London, 2002) as “a name to drop if ever there was one”, even 
                  though it then manages to mis-name him as La Riche 
                  – cannot match Bolle’s fairytale princely looks and charisma. 
                  Similarly, his movements, while perfectly well executed, lack 
                  the wonderful sense of elegance and grace that the Italian’s 
                  long legs confer on all his steps and leaps. Le Riche has, though, 
                  clearly thought intelligently about his interpretation of the 
                  role of Albrecht, making him more of an opportunistic seducer 
                  than does Bolle who somehow manages to convince us that the 
                  prince of Act 1 does have a sympathetic side to him too. 
                    
                  That Le Riche’s lack of comparable charisma ought not to be 
                  an insurmountable issue is proved, though, by the parallel case 
                  of Laëtitia Pujol. While she similarly lacks Svetlana Zakharova’s 
                  mesmerising on-stage presence, she instead works hard to grab 
                  the audience’s attention by the sheer dramatic intensity of 
                  her acting. Using a range of finely graded facial expressions, 
                  her undeniable charm, and a huge degree of conviction, Miss 
                  Pujol makes Giselle into a far more rounded and believable – 
                  and an even more sympathetic – character. She emphasises the 
                  girl’s mental fragility even earlier and more clearly than does 
                  her Milanese rival. Whereas Zakharova offers sadness, Pujol 
                  plumbs real depths of pathos. 
                   
                  Of the other main dancers, Hilarion makes a good fist of his 
                  role and I find Marie-Agnès Gillot’s interpretation of the queen 
                  of the wilis a convincing one – less robotic and unyielding 
                  than usually portrayed and still displaying physical and emotional 
                  traces of the beautiful young woman she had been in her corporeal 
                  existence. Indeed, the Paris director’s concept is clearly that 
                  all the wilis had, unlike their Milan counterparts, still retained 
                  at least a vestige of their earthly beauty under those severe 
                  American Gothic hair-dos that are evidently obligatory 
                  for the balletic un-dead. Though it’s a close run thing, I also 
                  think that the Paris corps de ballet has the edge, 
                  dancing with both grace and energy and developing into more 
                  individual and interesting characters than the Italians. Once 
                  again, the peasants are a bit too prosperous looking and the 
                  costume design goes, I think, slightly awry in Act 1, with Albrecht, 
                  among others, looking distinctly 16th century while 
                  the Prince of Courlande and his attendants remind me of portraits 
                  of the 15th century Valois dukes of Burgundy - I 
                  knew that history degree would come in useful one day! 
                    
                  The Paris set is quite similar to Milan’s, even to the extent 
                  that the quite convincing village huts of Act 1 look somewhat 
                  out of place against a more impressionistic backdrop. Paris’s 
                  Act 2 set is, however, preferable in that it has rather more 
                  atmospheric detail on display at the rear. The beautiful Act 
                  2 lighting – all finely graded shades of grey so that you often 
                  feel that you are watching a “black and white” recording – is 
                  also far more atmospheric than Milan’s. 
                    
                  François Roussillon’s direction for TV and video is also first 
                  rate. He, too, shoots plenty of facial close-ups and his dancers 
                  – especially Pujol - show themselves comfortable with the unaccustomed 
                  close attention and able to express their emotions to great 
                  effect. Camera angles can be quite imaginatively selected too: 
                  a few very eye-catching long-shots from above help, for example, 
                  to clarify the on-stage action in some of the more congested 
                  scenes. Care is also taken to ensure that the supernatural elements 
                  of the story are made as believable as possible. Giselle’s “arrival” 
                  among the wilis is disguised by a bit of stage “business” elsewhere, 
                  whereas in Milan we can clearly see her moving out onto the 
                  stage from the wings; similarly, at the ballet’s very end the 
                  poor girl’s return into her tomb is suggested by the 
                  Paris camera rather than shown, whereas in Italy she disappears 
                  downwards through a very traditional stage trapdoor, an obvious 
                  solution but one that destroys the illusion and can invite ridicule 
                  if not properly effected. 
                    
                  The final difference between these two productions – and one 
                  that may well clinch the argument for some – is technical. The 
                  Paris production that I have been asked to review is a Blu-ray 
                  disc. On my 50” TV screen that produced a markedly sharper and 
                  more realistic picture with a genuine sense of “being there”. 
                  I cannot pretend to understand the different audio specifications 
                  that I have included here, but it is also undeniable that the 
                  Paris production’s sound quality is superior, at least if, like 
                  me, you play your TV sound through external speakers. Let me 
                  stress that there is absolutely nothing wrong with either the 
                  picture or the sound from La Scala’s conventional DVD – but 
                  I cannot deny that the Blu-ray disc gave me the more rewarding 
                  overall experience from a technical point of view. 
                    
                  Thus, in my case, it was a narrow points win for the Paris production. 
                  Unlike most potential purchasers, I get to keep both 
                  review copies in my collection. I have a sneaking suspicion 
                  that, forced to choose just one version, the many admirers of 
                  Roberto Bolle’s art – and the many others who, like photographer 
                  Bruce Weber, find other reasons to admire him - may well decide 
                  the other way. 
                    
                  Rob Maynard 
                 
                            
                 
                   
                 
               
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