Your first reaction 
                to this title might be to expect a disk 
                of modern ballet, but as you can see 
                from the program, this is mostly very 
                classical ballet. The newest music was 
                written 90 years ago, and the earliest 
                80 years before that. 
              
 
              
The best thing on the 
                disk is the Sylvia. The music 
                is good, some of it quite familiar. 
                These two dancers are, in a word, sensational. 
                They project the image of youthful energy, 
                an utter disdain for gravity, and they 
                do so many pirouettes you’ll be holding 
                on to the arms of your chair to keep 
                from getting dizzy. My age or even much 
                younger, do not try this at home. 
              
 
              
In Les Sylphides, 
                we see Baryshnikov clearly at his prime, 
                and his partner just as clearly a tiny 
                bit past hers. Originally the ballet 
                was called "Chopiniana" but 
                the title was changed at the first performances 
                in Paris to remind audiences of the 
                ballet La Sylphide (singular) 
                a very popular fairy ballet from 1832 
                for which the tutu was invented. Ironically, 
                most ballets from the earliest times 
                were set to involved plots and often 
                included sung arias and spoken words 
                as well as elaborate sets and stage 
                machinery. For a time the final dance 
                was reserved for the noble audience 
                to join in, at least in courtly procession. 
                What we think of as classical ballet, 
                all dances and no story, is really an 
                invention of the 19th century. 
              
 
              
The Minkus is great 
                if you like zarzuela music, and the 
                dancers are fine, with Bujones very 
                charismatic and dashing, with flying 
                leaps. However, I don’t really care 
                for ballet quite this classical. After 
                an hour of watching skinny girls in 
                these very conventional costumes performing 
                the same five steps over and over and 
                over again I’m reaching for the fast 
                forward button. For me, ballet began 
                with Tchaikovsky, and in this program 
                only the Prokofiev qualifies. It is 
                the story of two brothers first consoling 
                each other in loneliness, and then competing 
                for the same girl who by her body language 
                could have walked right in off the streets 
                of New York. Is she actually popping 
                her bubble gum? At one point three guys 
                come in and rough everybody up a little 
                bit, but our heroes save the day. Anyway, 
                one brother gets the girl, and the other 
                gets to cry about it. I think the story 
                would have been easier to follow if 
                the two brothers didn’t look so nearly 
                exactly alike, but with identical hair 
                and wearing the same flame pattern red 
                leotards you lose track of who’s who, 
                if it was ever supposed to matter. 
              
 
              
Even strictly classical 
                ballet is an explicitly sexual entertainment. 
                The obvious Freudian interpretation 
                of a man holding a woman and making 
                her fly can probably go without further 
                discussion. The dancers are almost completely 
                naked, the women with their skirts in 
                the air and their legs as far apart 
                as they can get, the men with their 
                intimate anatomical structure clearly 
                on display. Whatever one’s mindset one 
                does spend a lot of time staring at 
                crotches, perhaps wondering if when 
                the tutu was invented in France did 
                the girls wear any pants. Of course 
                the dancers are rubbing against each 
                other and touching and grabbing each 
                other everywhere. Viewed in this way, 
                the fairy dresses, the extreme Tinker-Bell 
                purity of concept in Les Sylphides 
                is an almost ludicrous Victorianism. 
                Modern ballet which was once considered 
                so shocking is really just a little 
                bit more of the same thing as always, 
                and perhaps more authentic to the origins 
                of the art. 
              
 
              
Kids reared on films 
                like Crouching Tiger... and The 
                Matrix probably wonder why the girl 
                needs the guy to fly, why doesn’t she 
                just do it, the kids assuming 
                on the evidence of their own eyes that 
                the ability to fly is minimum qualification 
                for becoming an entertainer these days. 
              
 
              
So take a good look 
                at classical ballet in this 19 year 
                old video; it’s probably an anachronism 
                already and very likely to disappear 
                soon. And a good look is what you get. 
                Picture quality is excellent, very clear, 
                and no NTSC colour jaggies. Some credit 
                must go to the stage designer and lighting 
                engineer as well as to the video director 
                and technicians. Two channel stereo 
                sound quality is quite good, and it 
                will open up nicely in your Dolby surround 
                decoder. Soloists in the orchestra (such 
                as the violin in the Prokofiev) are 
                amplified so they dominate the sound 
                texture. 
              
 
              
Paul Shoemaker