The audience was settling in for the overture. What it got instead was the Italian and Australian flags dropping from the proscenium arch and the orchestra breaking into each country’s national anthem. After momentary surprise – were we at the ballet, or an Italy v. Australia football match? – I realised the anthems tributed the cultural exchange about to occur. A signal that La Scala Ballet’s first visit to Australia is through Queensland’s QPAC International Series, a government-backed tourism and cultural diplomacy initiative that brings premier dance companies to Brisbane. It is wonderful to see this recognition of ballet’s universal power to delight and unify (and if it means more of these initiatives, then this reviewer would happily sing football-style anthems before every performance).
Singing over, it was back to ballet business in Giselle’s autumnal Rhineland village. Marco Agostino’s Hilarion tenderly opened the ballet, placing a bouquet at Giselle's cottage window. Agostino, a soloist with La Scala, has performed an increasing number of leading roles for the company and his danseur noble potential shows even while playing the creeping gamekeeper. He was the freshest and most likeable Hilarion I have seen in a long while, with a warm openness and a tall, elegant bearing. Under Agostino, Hilarion’s usually dirty spying and underhanded tampering with other people’s belongings became, instead, like watching a compelling detective drama. By the time Act I was ending, Hilarion’s idea of blowing the hunting horn seemed like a bold and inspired stroke of Sherlockian genius rather than the repulsive grab of desperation that it traditionally is.
I was so busy cheering on Hilarion’s super-sleuthing that it would have been easy to forget the lead couple had they not danced with such graceful assurance. The title role was performed by the experienced Maria Eichwald in a guest artist capacity. It is always fascinating to watch different characterisations of Giselle, and Eichwald’s approach was to present extreme delicacy at the outset. From the first refined ballonné of her Act I entrance, she was all shy gentleness and the subtle blooming of first love. While a more dynamic character arc might have strengthened the portrayal further, it seemed inevitable that Albrecht would be captivated by such fragility; and equally inevitable that his betrayal would crush it into the famous mad scene. Eichwald really shone, though, in Act II, where her muted dramatisation was a natural fit with the spirit form of Giselle. She possesses vast amounts of the rock-solid balance needed to create the impression of floating. Combined with her lightness, graceful lines, and meltingly high extensions, she was gorgeously ethereal.