We saw Swan Lake last night (in Portuguese: O Lago dos Cisnes), performed by the touring Russian Ballet. Though I’ve heard Tchaikovsky’s score numerous times, this was the first time I’d seen the ballet itself. It was a very nice evening out, and my wife and I agreed that the evil sorcerer was by far the most interesting character in the whole story. (Why are the villains always so much more compelling? Not only that, but they also seem to get the coolest costumes.)
Since I know next to nothing about ballet, and therefore cannot fully appreciate the fine nuances of all the moves and movements, I found myself appreciating and analyzing what I do know: the physiques of the dancers. One of the swans was so painfully thin that I frankly can’t understand how her body had the strength for an entire performance. Others were less emaciated but still showing every rib on their upper chests, which may be the preferred look in ballet but is jarring to my eyes. Odette/Odile, on the other hand, had great musculature, particularly on her back, which is surely handy for all of that wing beating. Unsurprisingly, the male dancers in general seemed much healthier.
One thing all of the dancers had in common, male and female, was what we Americans call buns of steel. In fact those were the steeliest buns I’ve seen in a long time, putting most cyclist buns to shame. They brought to my irreverent mind an old commercial that cracked* me up with its silent but pointed message. Thanks to the magic of the internet, I found it in about five seconds and can now share it with you. New Year’s resolution, anyone?
(Note: Mildly NSFW for American workers. Europeans don’t need to worry.)
* Pun intended.