Newly restored London City Ballet offers revivals and new work in a cautious first outing
There is a feel-good story behind the new-look London City Ballet. With Princess Diana as its patron, the original LCB was an intrepid little company working on a shoestring to take hidden gems of dance to a wider public. It was forced to close in 1996 due to lack of funds, and that, so it seemed, was the end of that.
Almost 30 years later, though, the company has been revived by Christopher Marney, with a cast containing some real firepower. There’s even Alina Cojocaru as a guest artist for these London shows (the last stop on a tour round the UK that included a spot at Latitude Festival). So you wish them well – but maybe also come away wishing that the evening hadn’t seemed quite so polite.
The tone is set by Ashley Page’s Larina Waltz, a pretty bauble set to Tchaikovsky (from his opera Eugene Onegin). Five couples twirl and glide in this short occasional piece made in 1993, all tutus, elegant lines and demanding classical choreography that is kept sprightly with swift changes. Ballade is a slight Kenneth MacMillan work from 1972 whose origin story is the blind date on which the great choreographer met his wife, Deborah. A radiant Cojocaru is the woman, a disruptor among three men (Alejandro Virelles, Joseph Taylor and Nicholas Vavrečka). A lot of manhandling ensues, with Cojocaru often splay-legged and held aloft, or trying to gently rebuff the attentions of the two men in whom she’s not interested.
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Next, a new commission, from the in-demand choreographer Arielle Smith. Five Dances has a bit more fire in its belly, as six dancers, all wearing Emily Noble’s half-skirted costumes, offer responses to a John Adams score. What starts in a gentle abstraction of bird-like dips and swoops ramps up as the tempo quickens, with Arthur Wille’s hypnotically lithe solo as an apogee, before Ellie Young and Taylor bring us back down with a slo-mo duet showcasing rigorous control. The fifth of the segments is a joyous burst, the lights going down just as all six have jumped, so they disappear suspended in flight. There is not really a sense of anyone dipping too deeply into the emotional palette, though.
An amuse-bouche MacMillan duet from Isadora Bless and Taylor precedes the evening’s longest piece, Marney’s own work, Eve. The luminous former Ballet Black star Cira Robinson is compelling as a tentatively trusting first woman, beguiled by Alvaro Madrigal’s Serpent, who seems to offer comfort in a cold and windswept world (Jennie Muskett’s score and some clever projections create a suitably ominous atmosphere). The Spanish dancer Madrigal erupts with menace as the snake’s true intent is revealed – leading Eve around the stage with the apple firmly clenched between her teeth. A flood of bodies in skin-coloured costumes emerge, the raw material with which Eve must fashion a new world. Lots, then, to admire – it all just needs a little less restraint and a slightly sharper bite.
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