Is it a curse to be a swan by day and an owl by night? Probably not so much.
As you may have guessed, I just saw Swan Lake at the Houston Ballet this weekend. I’ve seen it before — 3 or 4 times, I think — but I never get tired of a good story ballet, and I’ve never seen this particular production, which was heavily inspired by Pre-Raphaelite art (Odette’s first appearance was staged to look exactly like The Lady of Shalott), and GORGEOUS.
I will admit, though, it’s hard to shut off my snark-brain. Every time I’ve seen Swan Lake, whenever Seigfried duets with Odette in her swan form, I picture what that would look like with an actual swan (I should totally draw that). And I can’t help wondering about his friends’ reactions when he tells them to go away so he can have some alone time with that swan over there. Kinky, dude. No wonder he won’t marry any of the princesses.
Maybe it’s best Odette never gets a chance to find out how disappointed he’d be if the curse is broken.
Neurotic Owl 