Memories of Juliet
As Ballet Manila prepares to stage a new version of Romeo and Juliet on February 18 and 19 at Aliw Theater with Martin Lawrance’s contemporary retelling, we take a trip down memory lane.
From the Ballet Manila Archives, we present a virtual scrapbook featuring the thoughts of prima ballerina Lisa Macuja-Elizalde on the iconic role of Juliet and photographs of the times she danced as Shakespeare’s famous heroine.
Dancing Juliet
Excerpts from the column On Pointes published on January 21, 1994
By Lisa Macuja
There are roles in the classical ballerina’s repertoire that sometimes become tiresome to rehearse. These are usually roles that require minimal portrayal and characterization and maximum choreographic mastery of steps.
Roles that I love to rehearse again and again, and of course, perform more often are those that involve not just a lot of technical steps, but acting analysis as well. Juliet is one prime example.
In a span of two hours, she transforms from an awkward teenage girl/ child to a woman capable of such intense love and passion whose entire world has become Romeo. To fully realize this transformation, not only do you change facial expressions (for the audience way up in the balcony won’t see them no matter how twisted your face becomes). What you change are body movements that most of the time are individually unnoticeable.
Take for example the way Juliet would run or walk. The way she would set and behave at her first Capulet ball. The warm trusting way she holds her hand out to reach for Romeo in the balcony scene as opposed to the almost twisted painted way she bids him farewell as he jumps off that same balcony from her bedroom in the beginning of Act 3. Have you ever stopped to think and count the very many ways that you can hold hands with someone? When you’re dancing Romeo and Juliet, you do. There’s tender and sweet, hesitant and shy. A hand hold can become intensely sexual and impassioned to desperate and brutal with simple twists of angles and fingers. Fascinating.
After some dealings with action, the analysis of feelings becomes easier, transitions smoother. What does one feel before and after taking a drug that simulates death? What does one feel when you wake up in a tomb? What does one feel when you grasp a dagger in front of your breast with the intent of making one quick thrust into your flesh? I really don’t know for sure. I’ve never tried it. Have you?
Whether other artists will agree with me or not, this particular performing artist always feels she’ll get it exactly right in the next performance. And then the next one come along… and the next, and the next…
Excerpts from A Ballerina’s Notes
Swan Song Series 2011: Romeo & Juliet
By Lisa Macuja-Elizalde
Twenty-three years have passed after my first Juliet. Has it really been that long? At this point in my career, the challenge is now trying to look like a 13-year-old innocent girl who is manipulated into a marriage to a man she does not love… who falls in love so swiftly and heavily that she is willing to forsake all sense of duty and love of family in order to be with her beloved. And to be convincing enough in character that – when she finally plunges that knife into her heart at the end of the ballet – the audience knows that she was a victim who had grown brave enough to decide her own fate.
I just love exploring the many facets of Juliet: From how she reacts to Romeo’s first touch and their first kiss, to how she pulls open the bottle of potion and drinks the drug that puts her into a deep sleep. And I love dying on stage. I have practiced “dying” so many times and experimented with so many of Life’s last lingering looks. Up to now though, I still can’t decide what happens in correct chronology – is it the closing of the eyes, the last gasp of breath, or is it the slump and relaxing of the hand that grips Romeo in a final embrace?
Juliet, in the three-act ballet Romeo and Juliet, will always remain one of my favorite ballerina roles ever. The only reason I had included it into my Swan Song Series this early on is because I know that even with all the latest anti-aging creams at my disposal, I just do not look like a teenage virgin on stage anymore. Parting is such sweet sorrow… but it’s time to let her go.