Ah, Spartacus. That ballet of the long, swishy cloak; the short, short tunic; and the bulging bare thigh muscle. Where jumps are big, men are manly, and the rich oppress the poor to the sound of war drums. It has for many decades been an iconic Bolshoi blockbuster, and was one of two offerings the company brought to Brisbane in this year’s QPAC International Series (the other was George Balanchine’s Jewels). Compared to Jewels, Spartacus was a revelation.
Long before Russell Crowe pocketed an Oscar for Gladiator, the composer Aram Khachaturian was scooping up the 1954 Lenin Prize for his magnificent ballet score Spartacus, the story of the gladiator who led a doomed slave uprising against the Romans. The ballet has been through a few incarnations since, but the most famous is Yuri Grigorovich’s, choreographed in 1968 in an era when the Soviet Union took a keen interest in ballet and used the Bolshoi as a bulwark of Soviet identity.
It is for this reason the Bolshoi in Spartacus is so fascinating, even now. Grigorovich, a Soviet government favourite, ruled the Bolshoi as artistic director for three decades. His ballets were an extension of the era’s dominant sociopolitical message (a good example is his controversially altered Swan Lake ending, where the lovers survive), and Spartacus is no exception. The story is plotted into neat dualities. Our hero is the noble slave Spartacus, rescuing his devoted, virtuous wife Phrygia from the slave markets. He is pitted against the Roman commander Crassus, filthily rich and morally bankrupt, with his scheming courtesan Aegina draped over one bicep. Spartacus recruits hardworking shepherds to fight for freedom; Crassus, meanwhile, is hosting a blood-soaked orgy in his glittering palace. Duels are man-on-man dagger-and-fist spectacles backed by a cast of thousands: marching Roman infantrymen, poised maidservants, and languishing slaves. Boom go the drums. Bang goes Spartacus’ leap from the wings. Slaves – throw off your chains!
The moves are big, bold, and explosive. The story is heroic, blockbuster drama. Exactly the kind of ballet the Bolshoi is famous for, and why Spartacus has so long been central to Bolshoi identity. And then there are the jumps. Russian dance tradition is famous for the force, power, and energy of its men. It gave the world Rudolf Nureyev and Mikhail Baryshnikov and was, for most of the 20th century, the gold standard in male dancing. Spartacus provides some of the hardest and most thrilling male roles in the classical repertory, so seeing it performed by the Bolshoi is a lesson not just in male dancing but Russian male dancing. “Holy snapping narwhals,” breathed my ‘bloke’s bloke’ non-dancer guest over his plastic beer cup. “It’s not like watching dancers in dress-up as soldiers. It’s like watching real soldiers dancing! Oh, sorry love,” he added to the lady in furs harrumphing next to him. If she hadn’t been so affronted she would have realised a valuable point had been raised. Spartacus is not just about what male soloists can achieve (often the typical focus in other companies), but the thrilling accessibility of an entire male corps schooled in a tradition where male dancing is about unashamedly masculine virility and power. It is an impact rarely replicated in companies outside the Russian school, as technically on-par, or superior, as their male dancers might otherwise be.