Dance, dance, dance
Over the years I've come to realize that I like dance movies. I'm not sure why. It's not something I know particularly well or participate in. I had to learn some dances in a junior high physical education class, and I have reluctantly (and terribly) danced a couple times at weddings. That's about the extent of it.
I figured that if I enjoy these dance movies, then I ought to check out the real thing. An excellent opportunity to make good on my intention to see a dance performance presented itself through a production incorporating a band I like a lot (Radiohead) and an absurdly cheap ticket via Groupon. So I can now say that I have attended my first ballet.
Ballet Maribor's Radio & Juliet tells a spare version of Romeo & Juliet that is scored to slower and more industrial selections from the Radiohead catalog. I got the gist of the narrative--it's kind of familiar--and found the interaction with the songs to cast the lyrics in a different light from how they were intended. Could I say if it was good? I liked what I saw, but I can't speak to the artistic merits. I'm simply not knowledgeable enough to say one way or the other.
What surprised me? I didn't expect the dancers to be so quiet in their movements. It's not as if the music was blaring and thus covering up the sounds from the stage. I didn't expect the performance to be so short. (I clocked it at about 55 minutes.)
I wasn't sure what the etiquette is regarding applause after a piece/movement has concluded. The audience seemed a bit split, as there was crowd silence in the gaps between several routines and scattered shows of appreciation during others.
I'm glad I went and will have to check out another dance performance eventually. Fine arts!