Carmen and Frankenstein are without a doubt two of the most over-worked tropes in our culture, the myths of the evasively seductive gypsy and the human monster machine being lazily recycled and plundered and vulgarised in various forms to the point at which their authentic primal power has been altogether deflated. So it was with a heavy sigh that I anticipated their two latest danced iterations. No surprises were likely, and none were delivered.
The list of choreographers – Roland Petit, Alberto Alonso, John Cranko, Mats Ek, Antonio Gades, Matthew Bourne, Carlos Acosta – who have had a go at Bizet’s poor old traduced score, either in its original orchestration or in Rodion Shchedrin’s bastardised suite, could be continued ad infinitum. Petit and Bourne at least tried to create scenarios that didn’t simply mimick the opera’s narrative or the Hispanic setting; others have stuck much closer to it and have therefore been dragged into cliché.
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