This evening I’m surprising Suzie with a belated gift of Matthew Bourne’s ‘Swan Lake’ at the New City Center. With its gender-swapping gay-love storyline, this has been my favorite version of the Tchaikovsky ballet, though purists may continue to cry fowl about it. Andy and I saw it a number of years ago, on a chilly night in November. We dined at the Russian Tea Room because it felt like the thematic thing to do, and I’m pretty sure I ordered their decadent classic chicken kiev, with the exploding melted butter. Tonight Suzie and I are returning to the scene of that beautiful dinner before we take in the ballet.
This version of ‘Swan Lake’ is rife with iconic imagery and psychological undertones, so who knows how we’ll both take it at this point. We both seem prone to crying these days. I’m looking forward to a little emotional exorcism if it can be done through a work of art.
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