
Set in a sort of mythical version of India, the mighty warrior Solor falls in love with a lowly temple dancer, Nikiya. Unfortunately, the captivatingly beautiful daughter of the Rajah, Gamzatti, has also fallen in love with Solar and she carries more influence. Solar is forced into a marriage he does not want, and when he denies Gamzatti for his true love the gods intervene and kill everyone so that in paradise Solor and Nikiya can be together for eternity.
That is the simplified version of the story. In reality, I was unable to adapt it down to the 15 page Night at the Ballet episode length. I edited out as many small less important parts of the story as I could and managed to lower the pages to 18. This is a very long and complicated ballet, but also fascinating to watch. How often do two scantily-clad ballerinas in glittering harem outfits slap each other around and wrestle with a knife?
In order to remember precisely how the story went, I popped in my video of the Royal Ballet and thought I’d take “a few notes”. Not even five minutes in I had to literally pause in order to catch up with my notes on the story it was happening so fast. Althrough I had to pause a lot and had literally 16 pages of a small notebook covered in scrawled notes about the action.
I know that usually I give an excerpt from the script, but I doubt any of it would make much sense without some context. Here is part of the fight between Gamzatti and Nikiya:
Gamzatti: Lift your head, pretty one. Ah yes I can see why he fancied you. Stand…you see that portrait? Recognize him?
Nikiya: It is Solor.
Gamzatti: My betrothed.
Nikiya: No! You lie!
Gamzatti: I’m afraid it was to you he lied. How could you honestly think he would marry a temple dancer? Really! Return to your life and forget him. Depart from my sight.
Nikiya: I shall not.
Gamzatti: Excuse me?
Nikiya: He promised eternal devotion and loyalty over the sacred fire. He loves me!
Gamzatti: How dare you!
Nikiya: He shall never care for you!
Gamzatti: You little…
SFX: Slaps
Nikiya: (cries out in pain) I am sorry but it is the truth, no matter how often you strike me.
Gamzatti: Take this gold necklace…I will give you all the treasure your heart could desire. Just give him up!
Nikiya: As though I care about your jewels. Solor is all I desire.
