If anything, the December 30th 4 p.m. performance drew a wonderfully lively crowd. Katy Warner mentioned that her daughter had been Clara at one time; she also remembered when she was part of the Snow scene. This was before her tenure with Dance Spectrum under Carlos Carvajal, and then working with Alonso King, in the early seasons of Lines Ballet.
Alexander Reneff-Olson’s the finale’s Drosselmeyer, expanded his command of the role with finesse and flourish. For his Dresden-like doll Julia Rowe’s staccato pointe steps and port de bras proved the best I’ve watched since Carla Blanco, now teaching in Spain; that takes some doing, believe me.
Jim Sohm and Joanna Berman conveyed grandparent status. She, sweet, cheerfully turning to Sohm’s big-hearted flourishes, both making for well-earned audience approval.
Frances Chung and Calvin Conley prevailed through the snow storm, well-timed, secure in their assignments. A surprise ending to the snow scene were the fistfulls of fake snow flung by the corps as the music wound to its climax.
Katisha Fogo provided elegance to the Sugar Plum Fairy, a certain inner containment exuding quiet authority; her arabesques a slight, but definite accent cementing the impression. Fogo’s individuality is such that I hope to see her essay some comic role that the repertoire possesses or that gets conjured up on her behalf.
Ming Yuan Wang, being chased by the paper demons in the Chinese variation, delivered notable ballon and height as he avoided the dangerous red silhouettes.
Wona Park and Wei Wang completed the magic of Act II with their tidy rendering of the grand pas de deux. While I use the word tidy because of size, they lacked nothing in bravura, excellence or the air of natural dispatch in assignment, emphasizing speed and dazzle in execution
For me, their innate elegance conjures up traditional Asian calligraphy, the years of practice, concentration and the eye hand coordination in the use of the brush, a meditation of will, spirit and skill.
I should not finish the seasonal comments without acknowledging the flexibility, skill, dash and elevation of Davide Occhipenti, Joao de Silva and Jack Seltzer brought to their Act I variations.
As Katy and I left the foyer, parents, children and adults were still snapping images on their cell phones recording a memorable after noon at San Francisco’s War Memorial Opera House.