It happened. After ten long months deprivation from live theater, even as houses remain slammed shut in the name of safety, I cried with pure joy at entering the pale blue and gold jewel-box that is the Latvian National Theater of Opera and Ballet. La Bayadère, danced exquisitely by the Latvian National Ballet, gave its audience a blissful break from the difficulties of the outside world. While staff members wore face shields and two seats separated groups to allow for social distancing, the beautiful theatrical experience, ubiquitous and vital in Eastern European life and cultural soul, was untouched and unmarred by excessive safety-related theatrics. A well-dressed audience enjoyed canapés and cakes before the opening of one of Minkus’ most danceable scores and Petipa’s loveliest ballets.
Yuliya Brauer was the first delight of the evening. A luminous Nikiya, her splendid technique was entirely subservient to the pure beauty of her dancing. I would love to see her dance one of the great Romantic roles, that would allow her very delicate physicality and quintessential ballerina qualities to shine even more brightly. She has perfected the method of walking beautifully in pointe shoes by rolling through them instantly from the top of the toe, rather than shuffling along from her metatarsals as so many do. Brauer is extremely musical, and appeared to have the orchestra flowing through her veins. Her lines are a true gift, both for her and the audience. In style and appearance, she resembled both a young Altynai Asylmuratova or Alina Cojocaru, but the depth of thought in her placement and characterization was entirely her own.
Avetik Karapetyan premiered as Brauer’s Solor, and perhaps nerves overtook him a bit. Sadly, his uneven partnering was not the only unfortunate duet work of the evening; the men in the Grand pas d’action of Act 2 were also regretful in their duties to their partners. I was surprised an extra duet was inserted for them, a Minkus solo typically used in Le Corsaire or Paquita. After watching this fumbled partnering, I felt a bit like Killing Eve’s Carolyn Martens, thinking “Jokes, omelets and extra variations are for people who do their jobs correctly.” To be entirely fair, however, when dancing alone, he was excellent, and his standard quite high. Indeed, Karapetyan was brilliant in his solo, and his double cabrioles were absolutely spectacular.