Pennsylvania Ballet hasn’t performed La Sylphide in 20 years, but nothing has mossed over. The Scottish castle is toasty with that antlered chandelier as imposing as the Academy’s famous crystal hanger. Those lads and lassies are brightly kilted for the odd highland fling.

Frances Veyette gets some fine character movement in as Madge the witch and part time yenta. Here he is cooking up reptiles over the cauldron in the moor, he gets his minions lethally drunk and dancing amok. He vanishes the riff-raff and the cauldron with a crooked finger. If only one had him at the bars.

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