my first exposure to the nutcracker was a success: i enjoyed and giggled like a toddler all way through. it was a quirky performance: snowflakes coming out of a giant fridge,terrifying mice in lady-bird costumes, gas masks and thick long tails. the costumes were contemporary for a contemporary feel which was perfect for someone like me who nests some reservations towards ballet(to).
a little girl was sitting next to us. sian kept commenting how sweet she was, and in fact she was! especially when at the peackock ballerina's entrance she commented: *that is pre-tty!*
the only disappointment was the end: clara does not wake up from her fantasy world... and so the story looked somehow incomplete...
also, only the morning after i realised that the soldier was actually a nutcracker, hence its title. wake up, girl! : P
This story brought back to my memory some childhood readings: la danza della fata confetto and la storia di clara e del soldatino di piombo... nostalgic reminiscences...
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