If Fred Astaire’s brain short circuited every 10 seconds or so, you’d have a rough approximation of these utterly awful dancers. Their interpretation of the Nutcracker was in name only; it could have been any atonal mishmash. Their costumes were taken from the trash bins of 50 years of high school plays, and their facial expressions resembled people having a colonoscopy. It was just bloody awful in every way, and we the taxpayers are on the hook for whatever that shanda cost.
The impression I got was that it was an 18th century marquis de sade interpretation of the nutcracker. Only thing missing was the well equipped Whitehouse dungeon with a populated gibbet cage dangling from the ceiling. Looked like all the characters were present.