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