San Francisco Ballet’s Program 8 carries with it a hint of melancholy, of imminent change. This is, after all, the last program of the season, and precursor to the long wait between seasons. Melancholy also describes John Cranko’s mood suffusing masterful Onegin, which opened Saturday night at the War Memorial Opera House. Premiered in 1965 at the Stuttgart Ballet, last seen here in 2013, the ballet is elegant, stirring, and a powerful finish to the company’s 2016 repertory season.
The ballet staged by Jane Bourne and Reid Anderson, is based on Alexander Pushkin’s 1837 classic, the verse novel, Eugene Onegin. Tatiana is a naïve young Russian, bookish but full of romantic illusions. In advance of a celebration, her sister’s fiancé, Lensky, has brought a friend: the attractive, aloof urbanite, Onegin. Tatiana is dazzled and that night writes him a love letter, pouring out her feelings. But at the party the next evening, Onegin, bored and impatient, tears up her letter in front of her. He then goes on to flirt extravagantly with Tatiana’s flighty sister, Olga, to see what mischief he can conjure up against the hapless Lensky. Things go too far and Lensky, enraged, challenges him to a duel. There, Lensky dies and Onegin flees. Years pass before Tatiana encounters Onegin again. By then, she is happily married (to a prince, at that) and Onegin’s arrival at their palace ball stuns them both. Onegin, newly smitten, seeks her out privately. But this time Tatiana resists her impulses, the love she still feels, and orders him out of her life.
The late John Cranko, whose promising career as a choreographer and artistic director of the Stuttgart Ballet was cut short when he died at 46, left behind mesmerizing choreography that is classical yet inventive, with lifts, leaps and twists. Casting for the opening night was equally impressive. Lauren Strongin, as the flirtatious Olga, brought carefree exuberance to the role. Gennadi Nedvigin’s Lensky was thoughtful, complex, spanning cheery frivolity to existential sorrow. Maria Kochetkova was so convincing as the young, impressionable Tatiana, it almost hurt to watch her set herself in Onegin’s path. Her whole body spoke of adolescent vulnerability and dewy eyed infatuation. In her bedroom at night, ghostly blue-grey moonlight coming through the tall, curtained windows (lighting design James F. Ingalls), she danced a dream pas de deux with Onegin, alternately clinging and being tossed about, in pure, luscious abandon.