Cuban deliciousness
OK, the looks of the male dancers were rather yummy but the deliciousness refers to the dancing, honest.
Carlos Acosta and guests from the Cuban National Ballet at Sadlers’ Wells (last week in October) was universally panned by the critics - they dismissed the choreography and the direction and the words ‘waste of talent’ were used more than once.
But I enjoyed it. It was fun, the performances were well-executed and the music was lively.
What’s more, all of the dancers seemed to be enjoying themselves, living in the moment rather than trying to show each other up. And maybe the dances were more limited in scope but personally, I prefer watching a perfectly executed simple routine than a hard piece of choreography littered with mistakes or a complex emotional role performed by a dancer who looks like she’s had every expression botoxed out of her face.
My preference may not be art. But in this case I’m happy to be one of those people that sits stubbornly and says “I don’t know much but I know what I like!”
