If I were to write a book called â€œ100 Ballets to See Before You Dieâ€ (perhaps thereâ€™s a market for that?), La Sylphide would certainly be one of my top 10 picks. It’s a ballet that digs deep, that still has much to say 174 years on. It centers on the pursuit of oneâ€™s dreams vs. the harsh reality of life, as Jamesâ€™s bid for the elusive but irresistible Sylph put him on a collision path with bigger forces. In daring to pursue what’s unattainable James manages to destroy everything that was real.
Having in vain crossed my fingers for a revival of Johan Kobborgâ€™s beautiful production at Covent Garden it was time to chase our own Sylphs a little further afield. So we set off for Copenhagen to catch La Sylphide danced by The Royal Danish Ballet, the company it was created on. It is a delight to see the Bournonville tradition alive and well; to marvel at dancing which is light, effortless and mime which is so blended with the dance you never feel the action stops. This you notice from the moment the curtains open and Christina Michanekâ€™s Sylph dances out her love for James asleep in his chair.Â With the softest, loveliest arms she expresses her feelings towards him. In one moment they express caution, hesitation as she gestures that “all is quiet”, but soon her whole body expresses a great urge to tell James about her feelings so she finally rushes to awaken him.
She truly meets her match in Nehemiah Kishâ€™s impulsive James. Kish plays one of balletâ€™s most tormented characters – for male dancers in Denmark the equivalent of Hamlet for an actor – as an equally instinctive being. Not necessarily a likeable person, his James is human and flawed. He emphasises the character’s changeable moods, showing us someone whoâ€™s equally overpowered by passion for the mysterious Sylph and hatred for the haggard Madge. James selfishly disregards the feelings of his fiancÃ©e, friends and family and let his instincts take over reason. This is what ultimately leads him to tragedy.
Their dancing is also strong. Kish is a big jumper. He flies and zips through Bournonvilleâ€™s intricate turns and beaten steps with elegance and grace. His Act 2 solo â€œaims highâ€; it really is an expression of joy and brief release from reality and the pressures of this world. Michanek’s Sylph is an adorable, delicate creature and at both performances we attended she had us gushing and endlessly raving about her lightness and her manner of letting the dance breathe. They were complemented by Alexander StÃ¦ger‘s excellent Gurn, another big jumper who flies the Bournonville flag with pride.
For those expecting anything akin to Sorella Englund‘s truly sinister Madge (thankfully immortalised on DVD),Â Eva Kloborg’s more subdued, different portrayal may prove anticlimatic. She’s great during the fortune-telling scene, something in her interpretation suggesting it is all faked, all a well staged game to bring about Jamesâ€™s misfortune. But once she manages to destroy the Sylph and James she seems neither triumphant nor remorseful. Perhaps this is just another day for a Madge who is used to eating Jameses & Sylphs for breakfast. Still, I would have liked to get a sense of her own motivations, hate? jealousy? Then again, thatâ€™s what I love about this ballet: different interpretations, endless possibilities. It feels fresh every time.