Two very lively and very real
young persons love each other
and are about to marry. But
the boy is struck by the sight
of a mysterious stranger, the beautiful Coppélia, who sits
on a balcony. Naturally, his
first girl is vexed and hurt.
That night the mysterious
Coppélia turns out to be only
a mechanical doll.
The flesh-and-blood girl
breaks the doll, she harries
the old dollmaker, she even
rescues the boy, whom the
dollmaker has drugged with
a sinister intent.
The boy acknowledges his fault,
and the next day there is a
celebration at which the local
duke pays for everything, the
boys and girls all get married
and get money, and everybody
watches dancing and dances
happily, too.
Critics have claimed that the celebration scene added nothing and could as well have been omitted. It cannot, because you haven't until then seen the boy and girl dance together and exhibit all their virtuosity, their combined dance power at its highest pitch. When you have seen their motions and physical proportions beautifully balanced, when you see them harmoniously overcoming impossible difficulties, you have seen a convincing image of what would make two young lovers happy in marriage.
As you watch the dance you notice
how the more perturbing the emotion
becomes, the purer becomes the move-
ment of dancing and the more open
and free the dancer's bearing. You
see the magic of the heart's sincer-
ity, its most urgent necessity, trans-
form a village girl into a grand and
gracious ballerina. And what a solace
the transformation is!
Edwin Denby
Coppélia tells the facts of life
New York Herald Tribune
September 24, 1944
Dance Writings & Poetry
Robert Cornfield, editor
Yale University Press, 1998©
the man in the leather pants can be my doll any day of the story
ReplyDeletePossibly you've been smoking with the evil dollmaker, dear Reader? This is the Ryan König prototype for the 2012-2013 season, the original having been smashed so long ago, as reported above. Purists will miss the Marlene Dietrich version, of course; but when do they not? 'Tis the season for a new production, I'm afraid, and there we are.
ReplyDeleteNice of you to drop in. Apart from the possibly tiresome (?) visual merits of this entry, I think it probably gained by allowing Denby's paean to "the facts of life" stand by itself, such as it may; but out of the 972 readers who saw it since it went up at 9 this morning, you are the only one to have remarked on it. It mightn't have happened at all if I hadn't been corresponding with Derek about sliding into second base (a thing we do in baseball, whether we need to or not). For my part, I intend to find out how much the Duke paid the happy couple to get married, and whether this would be taxed as a return on capital or straight income.