What is beautiful is Tudor's sensitivity to the nuances of these relationships. He's a master of the fraught moment and the subtle gesture, of the plunge into dancing as both an escape from private distress and an expression of it. In one cast, Julie Kent was lovely, if unassertive, and Ethan Stiefel elegantly modulated. Joaquin De Luz, Xiomara Reyes, Stella Abrera, and Ethan Brown gave fine performances as the remembered loves.
The last new work unveiled during the company's City Center season, Kirk Peterson's Amazed in Burning Dreams, is another of ABT's bring-on-the-men acquisitions, although women do figure. The ballet is hard to pin down. Its many effective passages, unfulfilled ritualism, and aura of power suit the Philip Glass movie score it's set to. The men and women wear red makeup over one eye; all have red wristlets. Peterson espouses a kind of punched-up contemporary classicism. Four men bomb across the stage, beating their legs in cabrioles, as if on a raid. To begin a stony duet, Kristi Boone jumps into Marcelo Gomes's arms, where she curls like a folded-up suit. The dancers are well displayed in the flux of high-powered movement. Herman Cornejo rips his heart out in a dazzling solo without ever losing his innate composure. David Hallberg is excellent in a more legato turn. They all fall down in red light when it's over. No point asking why.