Feather pants! Feather pants! Feather pants!
a. russian ballet music
b. shirtless men in feathery pants having gay tension all over the place. Swan-studs!
However, it was a bit of a cautionary tale about remembering to eat before shows. The first half of act one filled me with delight, but the second half, the magical swan-communing half, seemed very long. I can't tell if there was some flaw in that part, or if it was just how badly I wanted to get to the snack bar. I'm going to give it the benefit of the doubt, because I loved the parts of the show for which I was not starving.