Snow freckled the stage as the jig of the Mouse King began, and then came the Christmas party.
And it was time to dance.
Nutcracker on Ice, set to Tchaikovsky’s score, was a lesson in acrobatics.
WHAT A gorgeous ﬁnale to the Christmas celebrations: last week the luscious scarlet and gilt Royal Albert Hall glittered with perfectly placed fairy lights and the London Concert Orchestra, conducted by Tim A Duncan, tucked away under the roof ﬂooding the place with Tchaikovsky’s heavenly music.
The company of mainly Russian championship skaters known as the Imperial Ice Stars are getting the jump on the Christmas season with this, their fourth frozenfloored adaptation of a ballet warhorse. Previous productions of The Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake and Cinderella on ice have all been of a high standard. Their latest offering is a smooth, brightly designed and undemanding (except, that is, on its 26-strong cast) pleasure.
Tony Mercer's ice-dancing spectacular, with a guest performance from Keith Chegwin, opened at the London Palladium last week.
This attractive reworking of ballet’s Christmastime favourite is a lavish creation for ice dance.
It is the first time since John Curry’s pioneer attempt to create ice dance with artistic appeal as, if not more, important than technical skill that I have seen skating in a theatre rather than an arena setting. Since then we have had Torvil and Dean and the recent television success of Dancing on Ice building on that beginning to change audience expectations.