There’s something undeniably magical about the New York City Ballet’s spring season—like slipping into a favorite pair of ballet flats, worn but perfectly molded to your feet. This year’s lineup, as reviewed by the *WSJ*, is a nostalgic yet fresh romp through the company’s legacy, proving that Balanchine’s genius still breathes fire into modern dance.
For longtime fans, the programming feels like a love letter. The blend of iconic works (*Serenade*, *Apollo*) with contemporary revivals highlights NYCB’s unique ability to honor tradition while refusing to fossilize. The dancers, as always, are the real stars—technical precision meets raw emotion, especially in the corps de ballet’s hypnotic synchronicity.
But here’s the thing: NYCB isn’t just resting on its laurels. The inclusion of newer pieces (shoutout to Justin Peck’s ever-evolving choreography) keeps the season from feeling like a museum exhibit. It’s a reminder that ballet, at its best, is a living, pulsing art form—not a relic.
Critics might argue the company plays it too safe, but isn’t there comfort in mastery? In a world where dance trends flicker and fade, NYCB’s spring season is a masterclass in staying power. Whether you’re a ballet newbie or a seasoned patron, this season is a reminder: some traditions *should* stick around.
Now, if only ticket prices weren’t as steep as a *pirouette en pointe*… but that’s a rant for another day.
