Word: ballets
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Take Soviet Ballet. Dennis' full-length portrait of Divver belongs in the gallery of great comic figures. In his youth reduced by sneering Manhattan intellectuals to a self-analyzing jelly, Divver believed, or thought he believed, in Freud and historical Forces; his misery reached brilliant heights as he talked his first marriage to death. He went abroad to study life under Fascism, and found significance in everything from prostitutes to opera. Wrote Divver in his notebook...
...sees a nation of peasants-become-freeholders, a nation slowly learning how to make the best of its position "at the end of the queue" of Europe. For the present, however, he strikes a balance: " [We] have no nightingales, but also have no serpents; no moles, also no ballet; no Communist intelligentsia, but also no Catholic intelligentsia...
When Salvador Dali's ballet, Mad Tristan, opened in Manhattan in 1944, it provided one critic with "a 25-minute yawn." Most other balletgoers yawned, too, if not so long-windedly, and Mad Tristan flopped. Last week, the Grand Ballet de Monte Carlo had given it five performances in London. This time the madness proved catching...
...ballet opens in a "forest of idylls," with Tristan and Isolde dancing before an altar on which stands a love symbol: a pair of giant legs topped by a hairy mask. In Scene 2, on "the Isles of Death," Tristan first dances with an insectlike apparition, then with something dressed as a sailing ship. In the end, Tristan is destroyed by his love, as in "the tragic nuptial rites of the praying mantis, in which the female devours the male...
...Morandi's specialty is bottles, preferably empty bottles. He has been arranging them on tables in his dusty Bologna studio for most of his 59 years, painting them as undramatically as he can, in pale, dry colors. The show contained examples of his endless variety: bottles grouped like ballet dancers, like factory chimneys, or just like bottles...