Some of my most pleasurable evenings with ballet DVDs in recent 
                  months have involved productions from La Scala, Milan. The thrilling 
                  pairing of Svetlana Zhakarova and Roberto Bolle may be seen 
                  in Swan Lake (from 2004), Giselle (2005) (see 
                  here) and La Bayadère (2006). Bolle and others 
                  feature in a hugely enjoyable - if rather self-indulgent - Tchaikovsky 
                  Gala recorded on New Year’s Eve 2007. Most recently, 
                  La Scala's lavishly authentic 2011 recreation of Glazunov's 
                  Raymonda was a fabulous treat and was deservedly acclaimed 
                  as a MusicWeb International Recording of the Month (see 
                  here).
                  
                  This new release features another Milan production from the 
                  past decade - a 2003 staging of choreographer Roland Petit's 
                  two-act take on Johann Strauss II's Die Fledermaus. 
                  
                  Petit is perhaps best known for his stylistic eclecticism and 
                  for the sensuality and eroticism to be found in much of his 
                  work. Booklet notes writer Horst Koegler puts it well: “The 
                  palette of his balletic vocabulary is ... broad, never denying 
                  its rocksolid roots in the classical-academic techniques of 
                  the danse d'école but regularly borrowing from 
                  the ballroom, revue, sport, the circus and variétés, 
                  cinema and whatever's latest on the pop scene. And always the 
                  scent of a very French sex appeal ...”
                  
                  Petit seems too to have enjoyed exploring relatively dark themes: 
                  the story of possibly his best-known workLe 
                  Jeune Homme et La Mort (1946) concerns a young man who takes 
                  his own life rather than live with his lover’s betrayal. 
                  Perhaps it is not without significance that Petit’s formative 
                  years as a choreographer coincided with the post-war cinematic 
                  vogue for the cynical and downbeat world of film noir. 
                  
                  
                  But Petit also exhibited what his friend Irene Lydova identified 
                  as a “Champagne style” (see 
                  here) and La Chauve-souris, originally choreographed 
                  in 1979, is a vintage example. 
                  
                  Although the ballet's title translates into English as “The 
                  Bat” and the music is Johann Strauss II’s, this 
                  is not simply a danced version of Die Fledermaus. Neither 
                  is it some sort of expanded version of that opera’s sometimes-omitted 
                  Act 2 ballet sequence. 
                  
                  There are, it is true, some basic elements of the same story 
                  here: the wife and her cheating husband, her loyal old suitor, 
                  a big set-piece party and a prison scene. Hoiwever, the location 
                  has been changed from Vienna to Paris and the time of the action 
                  advanced by twenty years or so, while other significant alterations 
                  simplify the tale and make the action somewhat easier to follow. 
                  
                  
                  An essentially frivolous tone is set from an opening scene set 
                  in Bella and Johann's dysfunctional household where the husband 
                  prefers to flirt with the maid rather than pay attention to 
                  his wife; meanwhile the children run riot. After an amusing 
                  episode at the family dining-table, Johann unexpectedly transforms 
                  himself into a bat and flies off for an evening at Maxim's restaurant. 
                  His distraught spouse is persuaded by her admirer Ulrich to 
                  follow him in glamorous disguise in order to test whether her 
                  husband will succumb to extra-marital temptation. 
                  
                  As might only be feared, Johann is smitten by the mysterious, 
                  seductive “stranger” encountered at Maxim's and 
                  is only prevented from having his wicked way with her by the 
                  arrival of the police who take him into custody. Eventually 
                  rescued from prison by his wife, however, he is brought to realise 
                  that a life of dull domesticity is probably to be preferred 
                  and decides to renounce his days as the philandering bat. 
                  
                  The simple storyline resolutely chooses to ignore any serious 
                  moral issues. Indeed, its only even remotely “dark” 
                  aspects are the distinctly Freudian moments when Johann adopts 
                  his bat alter-ego and when Bella brandishes a pair of scissors, 
                  with the distinctly implied threat of emasculating her husband 
                  to prevent any further lapses on his part. 
                  
                  Otherwise this is an overtly jolly romp, full of comic dancing 
                  waiters and can-can girls, well cast and characterfully executed 
                  by all concerned. Alessandra Ferri (Bella) and Massimo Murru 
                  (Johann) dance expertly and command the stage. Their comic moments 
                  - of which there are many - are enhanced by the contribution 
                  of Luigi Bonino (Ulrich) who is made up to emphasise his Charlie 
                  Chaplin-like persona. It's all been designed - and is here performed 
                  - as an obvious, if perhaps rather inconsequential and superficial, 
                  crowd-pleaser. On that level La Chauve-souris is a triumphant 
                  success. 
                    
                  It’s also lots and lots of fun, but not, in all honesty, 
                  up there on the level of Petit’s most striking and memorable 
                  works such as Le Jeune Homme et La Mort, Carmen 
                  (1949) or Turangalîla (1968). 
                    
                  Minor Petit, then: Petit-lite. 
                    
                  Or, as the French would probably not put it, Petit-petit. 
                  
                  
                  Rob Maynard