Vasiliev, his eyes wild and his muscled body quivering with barely controlled rage, compels the attention from the first. His physical acting is huge and raw, his expressions silent-era cinematic. And his leaps, as always, seem to hurl a challenge to gravity – especially a flying dive in which he seems to hang, horizontal, some six feet from the ground. He hasn’t quite the finesse of the great Mikhail Baryshnikov, but he has a furious, wounded-lion sincerity that is ultimately more engaging. He lays his pain on the line. The Guardian
Graham Spicer is a writer, director and photographer in Milan, blogging (under the name ‘Gramilano’) about dance, opera, music and photography for people “who are a bit like me and like some of the things I like”. He was a regular columnist for Opera Now magazine and wrote for the BBC until transferring to Italy.
His scribblings have appeared in various publications from Woman’s Weekly to Gay Times, and he wrote the ‘Danza in Italia’ column for Dancing Times magazine.
