The joy of seeing a Nutcracker through the eyes of a child
The Nutcracker
BRB, online from Birmingham Rep
Had you told me, this time last year, that 12 months later I would be reviewing Birmingham Royal Ballet’s Nutcracker via a crumby laptop wired up to our home telly, while awaiting a Thai takeaway, and to a breathless running commentary from my three-year-old son, George, I would have suggested you go a little easier on the grog.
But then again, little about 2020 has worked out quite how anyone expected – and certainly, this month has been a particularly trying one for
Britain’s three leading ballet troupes and their attempts to crack nuts.
Having assiduously jumped through the Government’s Covid-bubble-related hoops – largely ruining its wonderful Peter Wright-produced
Nutcracker in the process – the Royal
Ballet has since had the plug completely pulled on its show by London’s banishment into Tier 4. As for poor English National Ballet, its Nutcracker’s big first night was scheduled for last Thursday, meaning that as a live show it never even got off the starting line (though it is at least now going to be streamed). Meanwhile, having months ago had to abandon its traditional (currently dark) Midlands home, the Hippodrome, in favour of the less capacious Birmingham Rep, Birmingham Royal Ballet also then had to relinquish any hope of getting a live audience in. And, even had the Government’s obdurate 1,000-people-only rule not made BRB’S planned subsequent Nutcracker Nutcracke run at the Royal Albert Hall a financia financial impossibility, that season would anyway have since vanished down th the Tier 3 (not to mention 4) plughole too too. Nevertheless, the BRB show did go on. On Friday evening, the compan company live- live-streamed streamed its obligatorily Covid-bubble-friendly Nutcracker (also by Wright, bu but created in 1990, six years after the Royal Ballet’s) from the Rep. Similarly to the Royal’s, this is an exasperatingly bowdlerised affair. Ensembles ar are smaller, chil child dancers are fewer, and the Rose Fairy is gone, alon along with some of the Act I ensembles and two musical and choreographi choreographic cornerstones o of Act II: the Waltz of the Flowers and Dance of th the Mirlitons.
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– available on demand until Christmas Eve – is a shadow of its usual self. But on Friday evening there were, however, two considerable silver linings. One was the sort of all-in-it-together collective performance at which BRB is so good, along with an extra dash of zip that the arrival of new director Carlos Acosta has brought to the company.
César Morales is an impressively punctilious Prince – particularly fine jumping and turning from him – as well as a virile partner to Momoko Hirata’s willowy-but-strong Sugar Plum Fairy. Soloist Karla Doorbar is a cute but not cutesy Clara, and first soloist Jonathan Payn an imperious but droll Drosselmeyer. Of the Act II divertissements – what’s left of them, at least – the only one that doesn’t quite fly is the Chinese dance, although one of its two performers, Tzu-chao Chou, does make a cracking, spring-loaded Jack-in-the-box in Act I.
The other upside (apart, that is, from excellent work from the Royal Ballet Sinfonia) was the entirely unplanned presence of George, whose first ever Nutcracker this became.
Normally tucked up with his teddy by 7.30, he nevertheless insisted on staying up for the start – and then, for the entire, 85-minute thing. (Galling for adults, this considerably reduced length in fact suited a young attentionspan well.)
While seeing where he was coming from, I couldn’t quite agree with him that the light-as-a-feather, perfectly drilled Snowflake corps “look like squares”, still less “tents”. But his stream-of-consciousness comments (“Get off, you silly boy!” to Clara’s errant little brother, Fritz; “Look how fast that one are going!” about Chou) – and boggle-eyed joining in with the battle between the rats and the toy soldiers – revealed just how fired his imagination was by it, and gave me my first chance since I was a boy to see a Nutcracker through the eyes of a child.
So, yes, the straitened circumstances (and absence of applause) are enough to make you weep. But take advantage of them, sit your not-yet-theatre-ready progeny down in front of this (or perhaps ENB’S) streamed Nutcracker, and you may yet find your Christmas dusted with a surprising sprinkling of real magic.
BRB’S Nutcracker is on demand until midnight on Christmas Eve: brb.org.uk; ENB’S Nutcracker Delights, for 30 days from Christmas Eve: Youtube/facebook