Brooke and I went to see the National Ballet of Canada perform Swan Lake this afternoon. This was probably the first piece of “classical” music I ever heard, and I remember thinking that I could make a really cool war movie around it. If I’d gone on to become a director, this is the sort of story they’d love. Alas, I did not become a renowned filmic auteur. The ballet was great, though. Brooke studied ballet for many years, and had lots of insight into the choreography. The scenes with the swans were the best, I thought. The sight of twenty graceful women dancing on stage is breathtaking, and the sound their feet made as they made their way offstage reminded me of wings beating.
P.S. I’m well aware that this doesn’t hold a candle to the cat circus.