This season Manhattan has seen more spins, leaps, foot-twiddles than it ever had before: 14 weeks of Russian ballet. Last week the Russians (two troupes managed by Impresario Sol Hurok) were on tour. In a smallish theatre a plushy audience (which included Mr. Hurok) beheld a ballet company which seemed as corny as they come. The coryphees were wildly out of step with one another and with the music. The men wore tights, jackets and bow ties which looked like three-a-day vaudeville. The prima ballerinas, apparently a haughty Italian, a frizzy-headed Frenchwoman, an intense Russian, wobbled in their pirouettes, fought for...
Music: Ballet Theatre
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