Ice dancing is a funny sport. Even more than other types of ice skating, it accentuates the showbiz aspects and plays down the athleticism—although just try it yourself for a moment and you’ll see how much of the latter is involved.
Much of it is too showbiz and over-the-top for me. But I watched the ice dancing competition at last night’s Olympics, and one couple stood out among the rest: the eventual winners of the silver medal, Americans Meryl Davis and Charlie White. The duo has an unusual balance of flair and strength, with some real artistry thrown in. Their synchrony, flow, speed, power, and the emotion they conveyed were glorious things to watch.
The Byronic White is especially mesmerizing. With most ice dance couples it’s the woman who draws the eye. But I can’t take mine off White. Perhaps it’s his hair (shades of the 60s) waving in the breeze. But I don’t think so. He conveys the intensity of a Nureyev along with something Nureyev never had—the ability to present his partner and complement her perfectly, and to act as though he really is in love with her (to me, Nureyev always made it seem as though he was mostly in love with himself).
Here’s a clip of an earlier rendition of the same performance that so impressed me. Notice especially the fast part that begins at 3:50 and last for about a minute. I think this is the closest humans can come to flying under their own power:
All ice dancing couples have be musical, but White and Davis seem especially so. Compliments to the choreographer as well. Ice skaters usually need to chop up the music in their programs in order to have the requisite variety of slow and fast, and this program is no exception. But so often the music seems an afterthought, a sort of spliced-in accompaniment for the steps. White and Davis use their music fully, and express it so masterfully that (even though I’m not a “Phantom” fan) I was taken in by the sheer romance and lyricism of it all.
White and Davis have been skating together since the ages of 8 and 9. He also has been an ice hockey player, who played on some championship teams. I think that may be where he gets his sweep and power, the feeling of absolute freedom and ease. And here’s a video that shows how good they were even as little tykes:
