The best comparison I can give for Alexei Ratmansky’s Whipped Cream is that it’s like a box of donuts – pleasant, sweet, but sort of empty calories. This week Whipped Cream kicked off American Ballet Theatre’s fall season and the audiences loved it. They ooh’ed and aah’ed at spectacular sets and costumes by Mark Ryden (the huge heads and candy-box scenery made one think of a Disney movie), and whooped with delight when the Boy (the spectacular Daniil Simkin) finished his YAGP-gala-like solo. It’s a crowdpleaser, but is it really a great ballet?
Some of the problems of the ballet are built in. Ratmansky has followed the outlines of the 1924 ballet Schlagobers. The ballet’s story is thinner than Nutcracker – a boy eats too many sweets and falls sick. The doctor attending him is creepy. With the help of some dancing liquor bottles, the Boy is whisked away by Princess Praline to a fantasy land where he can indulge in all the whipped cream he wants. Richard Strauss’ score (originally choreographed by Heinrich Kröller) is sweet and always pleasing and tuneful. It does not, however, have the built-in emotional peaks of Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker.
The quality of Ratmansky’s choreography is also inconsistent; the first act is dominated by a lengthy pas de deux for Tea and Coffee that comes across as generic. It’s not until the finale of the first act that the choreography comes alive, the puffs of whipped cream fall down a ramp, one by one, in a delightful parody of The Kingdom of the Shades in La Bayadère.
The second act choreography is much superior. The pas de deux between Princess Praline and the Boy is Ratmansky at his best – cute, quirky, full of flirtation. The variation for Princess Praline is filled with steps so fast one can hardly keep up. All the shenanigans with the doctor, nurses and liquor bottles were cute. The finale is filled with the kind allegro dancing that lights up the stage, and has a tableau so colorful it really is a feast for the eyes.