July 11, 2009
What can I say, she was beyond fab. (Entertainment Weekly's Ken Tucker was also entranced.) I was worried about whether Veronika's visit would truly come off or devolve into the dangling conversation that Paul Simon eulogized so movingly, but the worry evaporated as soon as she walked on stage as if straight from the M.G.M. studio. That teal dress, a Christian Cota creation, enhanced her classic Hollywood glamour, her laugh was charming and disarming and everything else that ends in "arming," and Dave couldn't have been more gracious. I loved hearing Veronika describe leaping to the mat at the end of Swan Lake, and the privilege of watching her lace up her ballet shoes did more to convey the elegance and ceremonial power of dance than the too-fleeting clips that were shown. Then she rose into arabesque, and it was as if her body was a wand blessing the Ed Sullivan Theater. She is the daughter of us all, and yet our queen. -- Rhapsody in the Park: James Wolcott | Vanity Fair
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