In 1975, Balanchine organized the Ravel Festival. Balanchine had been an admirer of Maurice Ravel’s music since he met the composer briefly in 1925. He said about the festival: “Well, what is a festival? It is festivities. Ravel and I worked together in L'Enfant. To me, he is a great composer.”
The “festive” part of the word “festival” is apparent in the four works from the festival that were performed in NYCB’s All Ravel program. They were different from the austere black and white works that dominated the 1972 Stravinsky Festival. The Ravel Festival ballets had a lightness, even a frothiness that went down like easy calories.
Jerome Robbins’ In G Major is set to Ravel’s piano concerto of the same name, and evokes a playful summer day. The first movement is pure Robbins, with girls dressed in tennis outfits skipping and cavorting in this imaginary beach. The heart of a ballet is a long, lyrical pas de deux that in retrospect is more like “hi, I’m Suzanne Farrell. Watch me”. The pas de deux emphasizes Farrell’s long legs and slightly elusive quality. The ballerina often walks towards and then backs away from her partner.
Mira Nadon was debuting in the Farrell role and even though she’s very different from Farrell (she’s warmer, perhaps less inwards and more directly engaging with the audience), something about the plush way her legs rise in arabesque is very Farrell-esque. She also has a grandness in movement that recalls Farrell. She is an absolute star. It is a shame that her partner was Tyler Angle (replacing Gilbert Bolden, who had a grisly onstage injury during a performance earlier this season). Angle’s greatest skill is appearing almost invisible as he partners ballerinas. And sure enough, he seamlessly carried Nadon offstage in an upside-down star lift and it was gorgeous. Like silk. But … there was no flirtation, no push-pull. It became a masterclass in partnering, and not much more.
Sonatine is a miniature gem: about 12 minutes of joy. It’s another one of those “dancers respond to the musician onstage” ballets (Duo Concertant being the most famous). But Sonatine is gentler, more folk-inflected. David Gabriel had a fantastic debut. He reminds me of Anthony Huxley, with the elegant demeanor, clean lines and soft jumps. Indiana Woodward is perfect in the Violette Verdy role: she has the sweetness and charm. The ballet seemed like a genuine dialogue between the two dancers and the pianist.