Patrick, thanks for the info. I've ordered it from Amazon and will be looking at it closely. It's a shame that -- once again ! -- there is no filmed Balanchine version commercially available for comparison. You're right about the 50s look: the over-lighting and in-your-face color. Very MGM musical? Anyway, it's fun.
kfw, I agree with you about the Balanchine. You've been able to see both a recent live performance and the older film. Is the Royal still dancing this much as they did when the film?
I would love to hear more thoughts about the Ashton version, especially from those who ahve also seen the Balanchine.
La Valse -- as distinct from
Valses nobles et sentimentales -- is a piece which makes an impact by means of sudden, dramatic contrasts. It presents us with a conventional, formal, quite beautiful elements evoking an elegant ball, and then sets about destroying them, exploding suddenly and unpredictably into wildness, loudness, distortion, excess.
I've now been able to see three quite different choreographers addressing this music: Balanchine (which I first saw in the early 60s); Pascal Rioult's modern dance version, which I saw in several performances this season and last; and now this brief glimpse of Ashton.
I was very taken by the Pascal Rioult's modern dance version,
Wien, which uses only "La Valse." Of the three, Rioult responds most directly to the unpredictability of the piece, the disintegrative elements in the waltz. Although his dancers perform, at times, their own version of courtly dances, they also explode into violence, collapse to the floor, select and reject their partners impulsively, even callously.
Ashton's version sticks quick tightly to the conventions of a well-bred ballroom. When the music calls for outbursts or wildness, his dancers do not collapse, attack or fall apart. They create drama by leaping higher or in unexpected directions, twisting a bit more, exagerrating their port de bras, mvoing faster and reaching outward more dramatically. At the end, all the dancers re-form into parallel lines facing the audience, as though trying desperately to reasssert order and convention. The women swing their arms and agitate their skirts. It's powerful and disturbing precisely because they seem to be unable to go further, as though wishing desparately for a return to order and restraint.
Or am I completely missing the point?????