In John Cranko's Romeo and Juliet, the story moves beyond star-crossed lovers and becomes a study of contrasts and conflicting forces. With set and costume design by Susan Benson, Boston Ballet's production of Romeo and Juliet adds layers of nuance to an old story, giving the audience much to ponder after the final bows.
Don't be alarmed – if it's a love story you want, a love story you will get. The title characters brim with playful youth that turns abruptly tender. Juliet (Misa Kuranaga) is literally swept off her feet, lifted head over heels by her Romeo (Nelson Madrigal). In the balcony scene, the couple's tender, parting kiss made the audience sigh en mass. Christopher Dennis' lighting design was especially striking in this scene, and in the final candlelit procession.
As the story unfolds (or more accurately, as the set and choreography unfold), we realize that it's not just the families who are feuding. The first contrast, is a generational one. The difference, for instance, between the lively Juliet and her stoney mother (Tai Jimenez). Or the dances of the young Capulets and Montagues in contrast to Capulets' masked ball. It is just a matter of time before the Juliets of the world lose their spontaneity, falling into line and dancing the social norm. Romeo and his friends are equally out of place at the ball – not only because they are Montagues, but because they are jokesters who come and go as they please. One way or the other, they will lose that liveliness as time goes on.
Lord Montague and Lord Capulet are social equals, and yet Cranko turns them into opposing social (or political) groups by blending Romeo and his friends in with the peasant dances and keeping the Capulets among their own people. The flirty Mercutio (Paulo Arrais) cannot get enough of the gypsy women. The three friends revel in the market place, where they are accepted and known by the peasants, while the Capulets seem foreign and detached from the common people. The only time the Capulets make an appearance is to stir up trouble (Tybalt), or to swoop in cursing (Lady Capulet).