Here’s something of a find! The 1953 Les Sylphides is 
                  apparently the first film of a complete ballet that survives 
                  in the BBC’s archives. Giselle is also a very early example 
                  of televised ballet. That means that we see these productions 
                  in black and white - or rather, as I have observed before in 
                  reviewing early TV broadcasts, in varying shades of light grey 
                  and dark grey. Their vintage also explains a few technical glitches, 
                  notably the odd split second or two of poor focus where it appears 
                  that a camera-man wasn’t properly ready when the director cut 
                  to his camera. The fact that the slips weren’t subsequently 
                  edited out may well indicate that these were live broadcasts, 
                  as so many were at the time, but the booklet remains frustratingly 
                  silent on that question. 
                  
                  With those relatively minor caveats, what we have here are two 
                  significant pieces of ballet history. Tamara Karsavina who, 
                  at almost seventy years of age, tops and tails the Les Sylphides 
                  broadcast. Karsavina had been one of the stellar soloists 
                  - along with Nijinsky, Pavlova and Baldina - at the Ballet Russes’s 
                  1909 Paris premiere of the work in this form. She offers some 
                  idiosyncratically charming observations. While the occasional 
                  off-camera glance suggests that she might not have been entirely 
                  comfortable with the medium, she makes a delightful hostess, 
                  welcoming us to “her” drawing room and then encouraging us to 
                  look out onto the garden at twilight where the action of the 
                  ballet takes place. In her heavily accented English, Madame 
                  Karsavina introduces the soloists: “If we had our choice tonight, 
                  whom would we invite to dance for us? Alicia Markova, of course, 
                  for the prelude and pas de deux. And the poet 
                  who tries to catch her elusive image – that fine young dancer 
                  John Field. For the mazurka we need dancing of the highest 
                  quality – why not Violetta Elvin, straight from her triumph 
                  in Milan? And for the waltz, who more fitting than this 
                  beautiful young ballerina Svetlana Beriosova?” 
                  
                  You would need to be getting on a bit to have seen any of these 
                  dancers performing live. Elvin gave up a top-flight career for 
                  marriage and retired from the stage at the age of 30 in 1955; 
                  Field had moved into ballet administration by the end of the 
                  1950s; Markova’s last stage appearance was in 1963; and Beriosova 
                  retired in 1975. This disc – billed as a “first DVD release” 
                  – is therefore a welcome opportunity to watch them in action. 
                  
                  
                  The three women certainly do not disappoint. Unsurprisingly, 
                  their technique is of the highest order throughout and if, in 
                  truth, none exhibits a great deal of individual characterisation, 
                  that is only to be expected of a ballet that is essentially 
                  a plot-less “Romantic reverie” and a showcase for dance in its 
                  purest form. John Field suffers from the fact that male dancers 
                  played an essentially self-effacing and second fiddle role to 
                  the ladies in British ballet in the early 1950s and were not 
                  expected to hog the limelight. That, coupled with the rather 
                  hammy acting style of the time, makes him come across as rather 
                  effete and sexless. Only later would the status of male dancers 
                  in UK be reassessed, firstly as a result of the Bolshoi Ballet’s 
                  1956 London performances when their virile, energetic and often 
                  stage-stealing men made a huge impression and, secondly, by 
                  the charismatic Rudolf Nureyev’s defection to the West in 1961. 
                  
                  
                  The corps de ballet, drilled by Lydia Sokolova - born, 
                  more prosaically, as Hilda Munnings, and taking the role of 
                  the mother in Giselle in the second film on this disc 
                  - dance well and showcase the soloists admirably. Meanwhile, 
                  Roy Douglas’s arrangements of Chopin’s music are given a competent 
                  account under the direction of Eric Robinson, the BBC’s favoured 
                  conductor of classical “pops” at the time. Incidentally, he 
                  was twice conductor for the Eurovision Song Contest, though 
                  it may be of some significance that on both occasions (1960 
                  and 1963) the UK failed to win. 
                  
                  The unnamed television director has, on the whole, done pretty 
                  well. He or she ensures that the whole of the studio floor-space 
                  is utilised, not only from side to side but also from front 
                  to back. As a result, this is a surprisingly “3D” production, 
                  with plenty of dancers running forwards towards the camera and 
                  then veering away to disappear off-screen behind it. While that 
                  occasionally costs us the top of a head or two, it’s a technique 
                  that successfully injects valuable life and vitality into the 
                  proceedings. 
                  
                  Both camera technique and the quality of the visual image improve 
                  markedly for 1958’s abbreviated version of Giselle, though 
                  there are still one or two glitches that once again suggest 
                  this may have been a live broadcast with no opportunity for 
                  later editing. Thus we see something that looks suspiciously 
                  like a moving camera in the background behind Hilarion’s shoulder 
                  in just the opening minute or two. And, later on, when Giselle 
                  lies distraught on the ground after her lover’s betrayal, the 
                  camera gets in so close that we can clearly see her mother’s 
                  fingers surreptitiously loosening the girl’s braids so that 
                  when she gets up her dishevelled hair will add to her manic, 
                  distraught appearance. 
                  
                  Those quibbles aside, the essential historical value of this 
                  film is to preserve Nadia Nerina’s charismatic performance in 
                  the title role. Nerina is a somewhat overlooked figure today 
                  in that the pre-eminence she might have enjoyed in the 1960s 
                  failed to materialise when, following Nureyev’s arrival in the 
                  west, Margot Fonteyn extended her own career rather longer than 
                  had been anticipated. Miss Nerina – just 5’4” in height and 
                  only a little over 7 stone in weight – was always renowned for 
                  her on-stage vitality and, especially, her superb footwork and 
                  it is difficult to avoid using words like “elfin” and “pert” 
                  in any consideration of her superbly assured technique. But 
                  quite apart from her technical skills, it is also very apparent 
                  in this broadcast that she was a considerably talented communicator 
                  of character and emotion. She is well supported by the Bolshoi 
                  Ballet star Nikolai Fadeyechev (who partners Galina Ulanova 
                  in the same role in one of my choices for MusicWeb International 
                  Recordings 
                  of the Year in 2008, though both he and Niels Bjørn Larsen, 
                  dancing Giselle’s rejected suitor Hilarion, are prone to a degree 
                  of over-obvious emoting that may be suitable for the stage but 
                  is far too lacking in subtlety for TV close-ups. The rest of 
                  the cast – even down to the pair of large hounds that the Prince 
                  of Courland arrives with on stage – appear very comfortable 
                  in their roles and contribute considerably to one’s enjoyment 
                  of the production. 
                  
                  Although the recording can make it sound a little shrill in 
                  places, the Covent Garden Orchestra plays the score well under 
                  the direction of the Royal Ballet’s Musical Director at the 
                  time, Hugo Rignold - an interesting if sadly under-recorded 
                  figure who had started his musical career in the 1920s as a 
                  highly acclaimed jazz musician. 
                  
                  An ex-dancer herself, the broadcast’s producer and director 
                  Margaret Dale uses the confines of the studio to great effect, 
                  even if some of George Djurkovic’s designs are a little on the 
                  twee side. It would be idle to pretend that the filming of ballet 
                  hasn’t improved by leaps and bounds over the fifty years since 
                  this film was produced, but its quaint studio intimacy has a 
                  charm all its own. 
                  
                  Anyone interested in ballet and its history in the UK will certainly 
                  want to watch this fascinating disc. 
                  
                  Rob Maynard