We stepped out a little last night and took in the Nutcracker ballet at His Majesty's Theatre. I thought I did a good job by getting seats in the first row of the balcony, but it was somewhat of a disaster. The seats were so small and so close together that it was impossible to keep your feet flat on the ground and not grind your knees to pieces on the seats in front (or in our case, the balcony wall). We also had to deal with an oddly positioned bar that caused to either have to crane our necks or duck our heads. After intermission we had to move further up into the balcony so that we could drape our legs over the seats in front and regain some feeling in our toes.
It would have been OK if it had been a spectacular show, but it was middling at best. There was some rubbish choreography and some poor dancing by some of the supporting cast. The costumes were decent. The program was saved from mediocrity by a good second half, the utter genius of Mr. Tchaikovsky and the brilliance of the prima ballerina - you could tell it wasn't much of a choice as to who in the company would dance lead.
Oh, and ice cream at intermission....
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