Just back from Matthew Bourne’s Nutcracker! at Sadlers Wells. And that exclamation mark just about sums it up. It was entertaining in a sort of confectionary way – but by the end I was nearing insulin shutdown from an overdose of cutesy saccharinosity. As my partner for the evening, Matias, pointed out the dancing wasn’t quite sharp enough to make it a pure dance delight and the comedy wasn’t quite varied enough to make it pure comic delight.
Also, Tchaikovsky ballets do go on. Did no one ever tell Piotr the one about leaving them wanting more.
Got home to find this in the mail box from Desmond in Berlin. It’s teetering on the brink of terrifying.