Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo
If watching drag queens all dressed up in bell tutus, white tights, ballerina shoes, diva make up and fancy wigs infatuates your mind, then this refreshing parody of the mannerisms of Russian ballet performed by all male dancers will be your ever favourite play. If not, then it is still worth to enjoy an amusing play of absolute gender equality – only this time it is men trying to fit into traditionally female roles and… (deliberately) struggling to do so.
Once declared to be solely a men’s domain, the art of ballet has skillfully been taken over by soft and delicately moving women. Men are strong and powerful ballet dancers, their muscular carved bodies exposing big thighs and athletic torsos that seem to have been reduced to energetic jumps and ballerina lift ups. Performing merely as ballerina’s assistants, as well as wearing ballerina’s pretty outfits the Trockaderos are not afraid to ridicule both stereotypes. Over styled men on pointe shoes reproducing most popular ballet scenes, at the same time showing off manly chest and arm pit hair, switching from fine ballerina doubles to clumsy dancers by putting on exaggerated ballet postures is a laughter generator to the audience. The fine line between prima ballerina ability and cheap parody is mastered well by the all male Trockadero ensemble.
Arriving from Cambodia in Bangkok at 7.23 pm, with the ballet performance starting at 7.30 pm, we were very lucky to just make it by corrupting a taxi driver. Getting rid of our luggage and buying two tickets at the theatre to the almost completely sold out show was an amusement to the staff, who let us in in a hurry without the obligatory bag check, thereby missing my camera :) We found our seats just in time to see the highlight solo performance of the dying swan, as the Herculean ballerina dressed in a white tutu stuffed with white feathers, smoothly moved with arched en pointe feet across the stage, thereby gracefully loosing all feathers that softly fell to the ground – together with the last act of the swan.
Ballet, like no other discipline, has the ability to automatically capture my attention and create endless admiration for the beauty of movement following Tchaikovsky’s enchanting classics. I love ballet, even the all male compromise – as long as everyone on stage sticks to the classical tutu dress code :)
Act III comes to an end – Raymonda’s wedding.
The Trocks relish their applause.
Little inspired girl giving her own performance at the break.
Did I mention, Tomek is part of the group, known for his soft flowing arm technique?
Where’s that smell coming from?
‘Wai’ you guys for I am not the only one having a sweating shiny face. And thank you for answering all my questions. Sorry for your suffering feet from pointe shoes, Britton, your feet do show the pain… but that’s all about being a women :)
Robert (to my right) here started ballet at the age of 7 and Britton (to my left) at the age of 10. I didn’t know that dancing en pointe is part of the drill for training male dancers until they told me about their ballet schooling.
Posing with our luggage is the greatest fun.