Can they get any better? Each time I see The Trocks their polished parodies of Russian ballet appear close to perfection. Never mind the laughter they generate, it is the mind-blowing technical achievement of an exclusively male cast dancing with all the grace and fleet-footed lightness of their female counterparts. Such is the calibre of the illusion that there are times even now that I forget I am watching men.
But illusion it is not. These guys really can do it. Skittering across the stage en pointe, delicate epaulement, feathery arabesques, 30-plus fouettes en tournant – they have it all. Plus the petty jealousies and rivalries on stage, the accidental collisions and miscues – all are present and correct. We laugh, we gasp, we wonder. It is what The Trocks do best.Read more