I see dead ballerinas
By Gervase Caycedo, Charleston City Paper

It is a rare gift to walk away from a performance with a warm coat of fuzzies draped round you like a layer of fairy dust signaling you’ve just witnessed something special.

The last time this critic felt that was after Kristen Chenoweth captured her heart in the Broadway musical Wicked. Witnessing Nina Ananiashvili in Friday night’s performance of Giselle at the Gaillard was just like that, and if you do not buy a ticket to watch her fall in love, die of a broken heart, and then dance her way from despair, to forgiveness to love once again, you are making a mistake. A huge mistake.

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