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Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Cinderella Is a Dream 

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Great ballet hands all around. Photo: Angela Sterling

Some versions of the Cinderella story are full of gore and crime and punishment; others focus on sweet revenge. Some really play up magical and pagan elements, while others aim to serve as a kind of fantastical lesson in the redemptive powers of Christian virtues such as equanimity and kindness, especially for poor girls born into tough situations. 

Kent Stowell’s 1994 remake for Pacific Northwest Ballet, which runs through February 8 at McCall Hall, leans into the story’s dreamier and more romantic/Romantic corners while still retaining the fun and freaky elements that make it feel like a fairy tail. The resulting magical romance gives Seattle audiences a chance to dip into an eighteenth-century dream, where we can marvel at designer Martin Pakledinaz’s richly textured costumes, hoot and holler at the company’s technical prowess, and witness the considerable acting chops of its principals. 

Speaking of principals: I feel as if I’m seeing Leta Biasucci kick off opening night in lead roles more often, and I believe we’re all better for it. Though she has played leads on plenty of other nights, more often I’ve seen her on opening nights in supporting or comedic roles, showing off her advanced technical skills. Her timing and musicality are impeccable, her footwork is intricate, and she glides across the stage with the power and grace of an artist with nothing to prove, only something to say. 

(L-R) Lucian Postlewaite and Leta Biasucci. Photo: Angela Sterling.

In the titular role, she convincingly transforms Cinderella from a sweet and humble castaway into a confident and beaming dream bride, carrying herself with a generosity of spirit you can see from the cheap seats. She exudes pathos and understanding when navigating her relationship with her father, who loves her but seems powerless to stop the cruelty of Cinderella’s stepmother and stepsisters. We believe her when she extends her hand to help her fairy godmother—disguised as an old homeless woman—warm up by the fire, and we swoon with her as she swoons for the prince. (Though I somewhat dismissively mentioned the virtues of equanimity and kindness in my introduction, those traits unfortunately run in short supply among many of us these days. Seeing Biasucci’s Cinderella model them so exquisitely felt like a breath of fresh air.)

But anyway, speaking of the Prince: I don’t know what Lucien Postlewaite does to maintain his vigor, but whatever it is, it’s working. On Friday night, he played the familiar role of the regal suitor with characteristic charm and gravitas. He hits all the prim and proper notes just so, but he also make big lifts look effortless — at one point he lifted Biasucci into the air and spun her around like a pizza without (apparently) breaking a sweat.

Corps de ballet member Melisa Guilliams offered up an elegant, grounded turn as the Godmother, with light beams practically emanating from her very being the whole time. What a dream. 

Speaking of dreams: four fairies who embody the seasons dance for Cinderella in a couple of extended dream sequences, bestowing upon her magical powers. Standouts here included Yuki Takahashi as Spring, who floated across the stage like a petal, and Madison Rayn Abeo as winter, who carried herself with the season’s great power and austerity without coming off as frigid. 

Though you’d think the best duet would go to Biasucci and Postlewaite’s romantic closing pas de deux, on Friday night, at least, it belonged to soloists Takahashi and Mark Cuddihee, who danced their roles as Columbine and Harlequin, respectively, with verve, humor and acrobatic panache. A special shout out goes to Corps member Zsilas Michael Hughes, whose role as a leggy flame demon dubbed “Evil Sprite” was so dynamic and arresting that it felt like a dream within a dream. 

And finally, MVP of the night goes to Kuu Sakuragi, who played the Jester. The heart smiled when he leapt onstage, a dynamo in cap and bells. He jumps six feet in the air like it’s nothing, and his leg extensions were just crazy—nothing less than astonishing. It’s great to see him explore his comedic range, filling the proverbial pointe shoes of former PNB dancer and current PNB Rehearsal Director Ezra Thomson, who similarly employed his technical mastery for our comedic benefit.

All told, apart from the aggressively mauve color pallet of the scenic design, this old story of dreaming a little dream until it really does come true was a welcome escape from our particularly ugly political environment. Go see it for a nice rest and recharge, and for the sheer amazement of watching these dancers do their thing. 

PNB’s Roméo et Juliette Is in Good Hands 

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Soloist Clara Ruf Maldonado and principal Lucien Postlewaite, reaching out across the divide in their roles as Juliette and Roméo. Clean lines, people. We call these clean lines!! Photo: Angela Sterling

I’ve raved about Pacific Northwest Ballet’s production of Jean-Christophe Maillot’s Roméo et Juliette for years, but this year marked the first performance in quite a while without former PNB principal Noelani Pantastico tumbling across the stage in her signature role as a rambunctious, hopelessly romantic Juliette AND ALSO the first performance without former PNB principal James Yoichi Moore bouncing around the stage in his signature role as the bubbly and charming Roméo. Tough tights to fill. 

But my nerves settled knowing that PNB tapped Pantastico and her partner, the talented choreographer Bruno Roque, to stage the show. True to form, Pantastico’s and Roque’s direction maintained all the powers of the earlier performances — the bawdy humor, the cinematic storytelling, the endless pining, the screaming pain, and the way the ballet expresses its biggest ideas in its tiniest gestures — all while making room for the new crew of dancers to make the roles their own. 

Now THIS is some premium flouncing. (L-R Soloist Christian Poppe, Postlewaite, and Principal Kyle Davis) Photo: Angela Sterling

As a rule, I find story ballets boring—too much empty flouncing. But Maillot’s version of Shakespeare’s tale of woe, which runs at McCaw Hall through April 20, is the exception to that rule, especially in the hands of Pantastico and Roque. While many story ballets feature a lot of fluff and tutus parading for the king, this one gives us three well-structured acts layered with complexity. Act I introduces the players and commences with the fun and games. Act II sparks the romance and commences with the sex and fighting. Act III brings it on home and commences with the killings and tragedy. 

Maillot’s brilliant stagecraft shines through in a million ways. His use of textiles, for instance, subtly reinforces the theme of love as both poison and cure. On one hand, a piece of Rosaline’s dress sparks desire, The Nurse’s rag pulls Juliette onstage for the first time, and a satin sheet protects the lovers from the audience’s prying eyes. On the other hand, Roméo’s dropped jacket gives him away, a bloody rag seals Tybalt’s fate, and Juliette pulls a long, red sheet from her true love’s chest at the ballet’s tragic end. Moreover, Maillot’s focus on textiles cleverly references the “text” on which he bases the ballet—the two words, text and textile, share the Latin root meaning “woven.” Fitting, given that artists weave both stories and cloth. 

But of course, we see the stagers’ hands most readily in the quality of the performances, which were tremendous all around. 

You ever just float off the ground due to the pure power of romance? Photo: Angela Sterling

Opening night reunited soloist Clara Ruf Maldonado and principal Lucien Postlewaite, who appeared to be still buzzing with the creative chemistry they developed in February’s production of Jerome Robbins’s Afternoon of a Faun. In that show, the young upstart and the veteran moved with one mind to Claude Debussy’s eponymous prelude, as if they were different fragments of the choreographer’s lackadaisically erotic, sylvan dream. 

Though Postlewaite has danced the role of Roméo with Pantastico about a million times over the years, on Friday his performance felt as fresh and as impassioned as ever. Somehow, that grown-ass, 40-year-old man can still believably transform into a lovestruck teenager panting with desire and overflowing with hormones. And yet, his skill and bearing brought a noticeable gravitas to the role. With his back against the wall on Juliette’s not-quite-yet-death-bed, he wept as if he’d known this love for ages, as if he’d lost it a thousand times. 

Maldonado picked up the torch—or, in this case, the blood-soaked sheet—from Pantastico and ran with it. Maldonado’s Juliette began the ballet all anxious knees and elbows, softened into a kind of puppy-dog love at the sight of Roméo, and projected a pain beyond her years by the end. And yet, throughout the show her technical prowess and general gumption conveyed the kind of strength and agency that Pantastico imbued into her version of the character. I can’t wait to see what Maldonado does with this tragic figure in what will very likely be a long and storied career. 

Soloist Christopher D’Ariano as Friar Laurence. His two acolytes complete the trio. Photo: Angela Sterling

Other opening night debuts include soloist Christopher D’Ariano as Friar Laurence. D’Ariano’s version of the character — the priest in black and white, the door to love and death — was appropriately grave and rigid, cutting sharp right angles through the air like a living crucifix. But he added more fluid movement that humanized his role a little more, deepening the tragedy. 

Principal dancer Elle Macy’s turn as Lady Capulet was magnetic as ever. Her slinky black dresses and her sinuous, powerful movements recalled a spider trapping her prey in a web. Despite her villain-coded character, she moved with grace and palpable grief at the death of her nephew, Tybalt, who was played with an exacting ruthlessness by principal Jonathan Batista.

Capulets, led by Principal Jonathan Batista as Tybalt, havin’ a little fun before the fall. Photo: Angela Sterling

Principal Kyle Davis also deserves a round of applause for his spirited and haughty Mercutio, and principal Sarah-Gabrielle Ryan had the crowd laughing with her comical (and deceptively difficult!) role as The Nurse. 

An ensemble piece like this one demands a strong, multi-talented company that can pair high-level technical ability with premium acting chops. With this crew, PNB yet again shows its more than up to the challenge. GO SEE IT.

And, as always: if you think the ballet is too expensive, then think again. You can pay what you can on Thursdays, and there isn’t a bad seat in the house.