I usually apply the term an “old warhorse” when speaking about those tried and true ppd that get trotted out for all the galas and other special occasions - Don Q, Le Corsair and all the other grizzled veterans of the razzle, dazzle ‘em ballet wars.
Les Sylphides, on the other hand, is done so infrequently that finding it on the season’s schedule is always a treat. I was very impressed by Magdalena Popa’s staging of the ballet - particularly the attention paid to the musical phrasing. For instance, at one point during the final big waltz, the dancer (Ogden and Vanstone at the performances I saw) does a huge pas de basque into a pose attitude that completely matches the swell in the music at that moment. In addition it’s sometimes tricky to establish the soft, dreamy mood of the piece without the dancers looking limp and half asleep and I thought the National dancers achieved the necessary “look” quite well. Not a “languid” one in the bunch! One other thing I noticed about Popa’s coaching was the attention to the hands. Beautifully soft, but still sustained and there was this “tinkling” thing they did with the fingers. I thought at first it was one dancer’s interpretation but then noticed as the ballet unfolded that it was a motif repeated again and again by everyone. Quite charming - like flicking dew off the fingers!
When watching Les Sylphides, I always remind myself that when first produced, it was groundbreaking in its own way and probably rather controversial. The dancers all dressed alike with no distinction made for the ballerinas in either costume or sparkling tiaras broke one of the main ballet conventions of the day. Pavlova, Karsavina and the others must have really believed in Fokine’s genius to agree to something so completely unconventional.
This is going back a long way - but does anyone remember Mary Jago’s dancing in the prelude. I remember you could not hear her feet as she danced - she seemed to melt into the movement. Even after all these years she is the one I hold as the standard for the others to reach for. Of the two performances I saw, I thought Howard’s dancing was the closest to my ideal in Sylphides.