Miradas

Llevo días descompuesta a costa de Charlize. Las demoledoras imágenes de su boda civil sólo podían ser superadas por las de la boda religiosa. No sé si me quedo con la mirada perdida vestida de azul o el llanto incontrolado pintado de blanco. Sin embargo, ya habíamos visto esa mirada azul anteriormente; en Giselle, en Julieta, Nikiya o la Sylphide. Pero nunca tan real, tan televisada. Cuando sonreía era peor, alguien debería haberle dicho que ni lo intentara.

Sabemos que algunas Giselles sonríen hacia el final del primer acto mientras deshojan una margarita inexistente; también Julieta cuando, aturdida, finge tomar la mano de Paris; cuando Nikiya ofrece la cesta de flores a Gamzatti y Solor, e incluso la Sylphide al reprender a James la torpeza de pretender impedirla volar. Todas sonríen por fuera. Aquí no ha pasado nada, parecen querer decir. Pero sí pasa.

La escenografía, el vestuario, la iluminación del espacio escénico… eran perfectos en Mónaco. Pero Charlize, a punto de ser Charlene, asumía su llanto por dentro y por fuera, esbozando una sonrisa de sirena sacada del agua. Eso es teatro, lo demás, pamplinas.

I’ve been trembling for the last days because of Charlize. The devastating civil wedding pictures could only be surpassed by the photos taken during the religious ceremony. I don’t know if I prefer the blue sad look in her eyes, or the white uncontrolled crying. However, we had seen that sad blue look before; in Giselle, Juliet, Nikiya or the Sylphide. But it was never so real, so widely telecasted. When she tried to smile it was even worse; someone should have told her not to try.

We know that some Giselles smile towards the end of the first act as defoliating the invisible daisy; so does Juliet when, dazed, pretends to take Paris’ hand, or when Nikiya offers the basket of flowers to Gamzatti and Solor; even the Sylphide as rebuking James for the absurd of prevent her from flying. They all smile. Nothing happened here, they seem to say. But it did happen.

The scenery, costumes, lighting of the stage … were perfect in Monaco. But Charlize, about to become Charlene, gave in to her crying as well as her inside tears, like a smiling siren removed from the water. That was real acting.

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