Frustrated Pygmalion, Depressed

Jessyca 2022-01-26 08:44:58

The essence of ballet performance lies in the camouflage of approachability. The lightness on the toes, the grace that is free from the constraints of gravity in the movements of the hands and feet... The dancer hides the agony of the unity of body and spirit, creating a dream full of romanticism. "A great impression of simplicity can only be achieved by great agony of body and spirit."

Dance is a tangible expression of music, which Boris, director of the dance company, seems to understand. Helpless, jealous and irritable, Boris tries to break up Julian and Vicky's love in the name of artistic authority. The inseparable combination of music and dance in art seems to laugh at his exhausted and powerless master of his futile efforts.

Boris controls Vicky's artwork with high pressure, repeatedly testing Vicky, "To live or to dance?" foreshadowing the unease of the plot. Love art, but also infatuated with the incarnation of art, this is the happiness and sadness of Pygmalion. Boris put on the shackles of artistic imagination, the price is a lifetime of ignorance of real emotions, stubbornly danced to the death in the dance of self-belief. It's a frustrated Pygmalion, tragically living in a spiritual vacuum.

German expressionism aptly conveys the exaggerated expressiveness of dance art.

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The Red Shoes quotes

  • Boris Lermontov: Don't forget, a great impression of simplicity can only be achieved by great agony of body and spirit.

  • [Describing the ballet of the Red Shoes]

    Boris Lermontov: The Ballet of the Red Shoes is from a fairy tale by Hans Andersen. It is the story of a young girl who is devoured with an ambition to attend a dance in a pair of red shoes. She gets the shoes and goes to the dance. For a time, all goes well and she is very happy. At the end of the evening, she is tired and wants to go home, but the red shoes are not tired. In fact, the red shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they dance her over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by, but the red shoes go on.

    Julian Craster: What happens in the end?

    Boris Lermontov: Oh, in the end, she dies.