On Tuesday we went to the ballet at Opera Garnier, and while I had had nothing but romantic visions dancing in my head, the actual experience of it turned out to be very hot and stuffy and vertigo-inducing and body odor-ific and long. As for the performance itself (choreographed by Bejart), I had not been prepared for it to be so... modern. And as with so many reactions to modern art, I could see the POINT of it, but I still think it's possible to make a statement while still making work that people can actually enjoy looking at. If I were a critic, I would have probably written something like;
"I did, at least, look forward to the part of each piece where one or both of the dancers inevitably enshrouded themselves in fabric; this gave at least a brief respite from having to witness the neon costumed limbs flailing erratically."
So that was that. But I DID quite enjoy the Chagall painting on the ceiling!
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