Rudolph Nureyev was different and not always fitting in. From early in his youth, it was noticed, thus giving him his nickname of White Crow.
MK and I hadn’t seen a whole lot of movies at the movie theatre of late. The Rudolph Nureyev movie sounded intriguing so Mother’s Day was relaxed and ended up with an afternoon at the movies.
We thoroughly enjoyed it.
I must say that it dragged a bit, but it was kind of a nostalgic trip backward to the days when there was a Cold War. Not that that was a good thing or even enjoyable, but we all remember Rudolph Nureyev and the beauty of his dancing and the wackiness of his character and sometimes antics.
I enjoyed, from a language vantage point of view, hearing the Russian and seeing the subtitles as I constantly wondered how good Liam Neeson’s Russian was as he played Pushkin, Nureyev’s mentor and teacher.
The movie seemed long, although it just went a smidgen beyond the seemingly required two hours or so. It was interesting seeing the world through the eyes of the 60s and seeing the Russians’ eyes bug out as they arrived in Paris, knowing full well that there would be unbelievable experiences and a thousand temptations only possible in the West.
Rudolph was not at all immune to them, interested in making up for lost time in all avenues, pushing the envelope at every point. He was 17, at one moment in the film, and requesting Pushkin as his teacher since he felt that he was not progressing fast enough. He knew that he had come somewhat late to ballet, but he was hell bent on learning all he could so that he could be the best.
All in all, a wonderful movie and thoroughly enjoyable.