English ballet erupted out of the second world war in the hands of the rival choreographers Frederick Ashton and Robert Helpmann, colleagues but of different instincts, one for dance, the other for drama. The case is currently being made for each by the Royal Ballet and Birmingham Royal Ballet.
But how to revive the sensations and imaginings of the 1940s? It was long before most of us were even born, and more than any other art form ballet is dependent on evoking memory, atmospheres, intangible associations. Ashton, who emerged as the creative giant of the Royal Ballet’s nurturing, has recently been as out of fashion as furs and cocktail parties. He’s a choreographer of period, atmosphere so densely and excitingly sealed in its own mystery, its special references, that the dancers become our decoders, the experts with the key to the treasure, nowhere more crucially than in his two supreme masterpieces, 1946’s Symphonic Variations and 1948’s Scènes de ballet.
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