this week, i reviewed sf ballet's swan lake for the sf appeal.
the prologue, opening to the recognizable woodwinds of tchaikovsky's score, gives us a taste of what's to come, introducing us to the lovely princess odile as she's entrapped by anthony spaulding's hulk-crossed-with-golem (at least in character. in my head, i heard him grrring and grunting as he whispered sadly, "my precious!") von rothbart. is that his full name? do his friends call him von? i haven't a clue. but no matter his moniker, he magics odette into a swan by day and a swan princess by night, and the audience sees this transformation through a projection against a light-colored scrim...
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