The Red Shoes

The Red Shoes ★★★★★

What a blessing to have had the specific and meta experience of watching this in a palatial old timey theatre, where it feels like the orchestra could be right there warming up in the pit, Julian tapping his baton purposefully at that stand, or that you might hear the ballerinas and stage crew actually prepping backstage, feel Lermontov lurking in your peripheral vision, up in his shadowy box, get that prickling sensation in your limbs that the red curtain would pull back at any second to spotlight Grischa as the shoemaker, inviting us to dream... felt that this particular atmosphere really helped build up anticipation anew for what I knew was inevitable, the stark, logical conclusion to this intersection of backstage drama and phantasmagoric fairy tale, the beautiful tragedy of a life cursed by the red shoes.