Impressions from this run of Swan Lake at PNB, after seeing all nine performances, are listed in no particular order.
After seeing Swan Lake in Paris, San Francisco, and Milan, PNB’s/Kent Stowell’s Swan Lake is still my favorite version, because of the fourth act, and the corps staging in the second act. The swans, the ruins-like set, the lighting are magic, dreamlike.
All five of the Odettes in this run were exquisite, with Noelani Pantastico’s performances as standouts for me. Tonight she was also especially dazzling as Odile, seeming to take risks in timing. (WOW, the fish dive/drop with stellar partner Seth Orza… did they plan that?… and that centrifugal force spin near the end?) And this afternoon, Lesley Rausch was dazzling in a more controlled way… a flawless performance, with triumphant joy after thrillingly rocking the fouettés. Laura Tisserand’s beautiful lines and emotional performances, Elizabeth Murphy’s clarity and vulnerability, and Sarah Orza’s achingly beautiful arm ripples and timing choices (what a debut!) all wowed me. All five of them broke my heart at the end, especially Noelani.
All five of the Siegfrieds were very fine. The standouts for me were Karel Cruz (as always … if not for the music, would he spin forever, and hover in the air forever?) and Dylan Wald, who made an impressive debut while still in the corps de ballet.
Regardless of the leads, the 24-swan ensemble is the real star of this ballet.
And the orchestra. And that epic score.
Beyond the swans, the czardas is my favorite group dance. I especially enjoy watching Steven Loch dance this dance (as well as the Spanish dance) with such gusto.
In the role of Wolfgang, it’s hard for me to choose a favorite between Ezra Thomson and Kyle Davis; both steal the first act show. Both played the character with increasing richness as the run progressed, and both made me laugh out loud today.
My favorite seats in the house for this ballet are front role left of center, because I get to see the comic relief unfold up close, have the longest possible view of Odette’s final exit, experience the flock rustling when they are running circles and serpentines, and have no one else between me and the orchestra. It’s also a convenient location to quickly exit at intermission and dash to the secret bathrooms near the lecture hall that almost no one else uses.
It was a dream to be immersed in this run. Now it’s time to catch up on sleep and return to regular life, but hopefully carrying a bit of the magic inside me until the next time.
the view from a room 