The Royal Ballet's Ashton programme began with The Dream, made in 1964 as part of the celebrations to mark 400 years since Shakespeare’s birth. It was the ballet that launched Anthony Dowell and Antoinette Sibley’s careers, as Ashton cast them as Oberon and Titania and began their partnership.
The roles of the fairy King and Queen were danced by Steven McRae and Akane Takada. They were light and ethereal, wonderfully expressing that intriguing mixture of delicate sugar and capricious spice that makes Shakespeare’s fairies so consistently compelling through the ages, particularly in the intricate final pas de deux. Mendelssohn’s music is perfectly matched to both the story and the dance, and the way that Ashton creates a different dance vocabulary for the different sets of characters; fairies, lovers and Mechanicals, recalls Shakespeare in a very authentic way.
However, I found there was something unsophisticated about this ballet, perhaps because the scenario was stripped down a little too much and there was little context to the dancing. An audience needs to have a lot of knowledge of the play to really understand what is going on and then fill in the gaps for themselves. I felt the Mechanicals were underused, with one funny interlude but no real idea of what they were doing in the forest, and Puck was reduced to a simple sprite, not the ancient ambivalent force of the forest that he can be in some interpretations.
This work was beautifully danced by a company completely on top of their ‘Ashton style’, but the ballet itself only teases. It left me hungry for something more substantial, like the feeling of eating a sugary dessert before the main course.
Luckily, that something more was to come. Ashton has always been known as an intensely musical choreographer, and this performance of Symphonic Variations showed exceptional musicality from all six dancers, led by Marianela Nuñez and Vadim Muntagirov. What always astonishes me about this piece is the haunting quality of stillness it possesses. I have observed in other Ashton works the way that he allows dancers to hold the stage without moving, often while the music is tumbling and roaring in a huge crescendo around them, and the effect is to make the movement all the more precious.
The mood gradually moved from elegiac to joyful, the twenty minutes of dancing passing in a haze as the dancers hypnotised us until, too soon, it was over. It is rare for me to find more meaning in abstract, plotless dance than in narrative works, but this occasion was one such time. The depth I felt was lacking in The Dream was more than made up for with the timeless elegance of this most famous of Ashton’s ballets.