The royal recital -1, 2, 3 ! 1, 2, 3 !
1, 2, 3 ! 1, 2, 3 !
1, 2, 3 !
That's right, Your Majesty.
1, 2, 3 ! 1, 2, 3 !
A nice pointy foot, 360, one step back...
Perfect!
-I want this dance recital to be perfect.
As you all know, I'll be dancing alone in front of the court.
-Of course, Your Majesty. At sunset, in
the Rockwork Grove, as you wish.
-Hm...
Eventually, the Fountain of Apollo would be more appropriate.
Have the show moved there. -Of course, Your Majesty.
-So, my loyal Belfort, did you lose Basire?
-Folded, unfolded, 360...
1, 2, 3 ! 1, 2, 3 ! 1...
-You seem to have a natural talent for dance,
like our master.
-Thank you, Mother.
I'm nervous about dancing in front of all the animals,
but I'll do my best to do our family proud.
-I don't doubt it.
And by the way, for the recital,
I would like M. de Rastignasse to be seated at my side,
and you will convey to him my personal invitation.
-Gladly. Richard will be flattered.
-Ah, I almost forgot:
only the animals from the castle and menagerie are invited.
Wild animals wouldn't know how to behave.
-But...
-That's the way it is, Belfort. Let's leave it at that. Go now!
-Of course I remember! You've been talking about it for weeks.
I can't believe you're going to dance in front of everyone! Wow!
-Actually, I'm not going to dance... in front of everyone.
-Oh? Roger that.
I'm not invited, am I?
Because I'm a wolf?
-You know what, Lupin? You're going to be my personal guest.
I'm giving this recital, I can invite whoever I want!
-Oh, Belfort!
We've received the invitation for your recital. Thank you!
I'll try to come, but I'm in such demand!
-Madame Rosa is so popular! -Oh yes, so popular!
-Thank you, ladies. -Yes,
we also received the invitation. -And we wouldn't expect less.
We're not just anyone.
-Not just anyone, no!
-Hello, Mr. de Rastignasse.
I have a message from my mother.
At the show, you'll be sitting next to her.
-You'll be sitting next to the noble Diane?
Oh, what an honor!
-Oh yes, what an honor! -Oh yes, such a great honor!
- "Such a great honor", bla-bla-bla...
-All right, I'll be honored. Thank you, Belfort.
-Belfort, before you go, give us a
demonstration of your dance steps.
That would be very kind.
-I can't dance without music.
Patience, the recital will take place under the moonlight.
-AH! A WOLF! HELP!
-My poor big cat! It's a stiff neck.
You can only wait for it to pass.
-A stiff neck? Belfort...
It's all the fault of this wild wolf
who takes the liberty of screaming in the menagerie.
Me who had to be seen sitting next to Diane!
I mean, look at me! I can't even walk anymore.
Ouch! It hurts! I can't stand it!
-M. de Rastignasse, Lupin didn't do it on purpose.
He's simply allergic to the word "moon".
-AH! A WOLF!
-Quiet! Quiet!
-Sorry, folks.
-Since you're responsible, find a solution.
And just so we're clear:
if I'm not sitting next to Diane for the recital,
you'll know that revenge is a dish best served cold.
-These threats are pointless, monsieur.
Lupin and I intended to help you.
Weren't we? -Hm hm!
(Have you gone mad?)
(We'll end up as a lion's snack!)
-We caused this accident. We've got to help him.
Well, let's think...
My master decided to dance at the Fountain of Apollo.
To enjoy the music of the humans,
our recital will have to take place next to it.
-It's not too far. We should be able to make it.
-No, we can't. I can't walk.
Oh, my poor neck! The pain's overwhelming me.
-With a massage, it will be fine.
Okay, sorry! No massage.
-If you can't walk, we'll have to carry you.
-Hm? You mean me?
You want me to carry Mr. de Rastignasse?
Out of the question! I'm not a mule!
-Does she look like a mule? No ! -No. She's an elephant.
-Please, help us!
If you help us, my mother will be very grateful.
-Why didn't you say so? Saddle up, Richard!
-I'll be ridiculed. But I'm willing to make the sacrifice.
Know that I hate you strongly.
-Gna-gna-gna. As Mme Rosa said: "Hop on, pussycat!"
-Enough wasted time. Come over here!
-Ah, there's a storm brewing!
-Humans are coming!
-Oh, poor animal! It's not getting any better.
-Transporting Richard that way is not a good idea.
He roars at the slightest pain and draws the attention of the valets.
-We need to find something with suspensions.
-No! No! No! Come on!
The chairs go the other way.
His Majesty must dance with his back to the setting sun.
-HM?
-Eh?
-What ?! What's the matter?
-Don't treat me as a fool.
-Ah, M. Lully! His Majesty has changed his mind...
again!
The recital is to take place at the Latona Fountain.
-Are you deaf?
Move it all to the new location.
Fast!
-Bravo, Mrs Rosa! You're wonderful.
-Yes, I'm made that way. My generosity knows no bounds.
Tell your mother.
-The idea of being transported
like the noble humans doesn't displease me.
How appropriate! Let's get going.
-Watch out for automatic doors closing
And... watch out for the tail!
-What are we waiting for? We can't just stand here!
-Madame Rosa?
-Oh boy!
No one would ever have asked me that when I lived in Portugal.
-I imagined more dignified conditions.
-You up there, don't start! These lions are so soft!
-This is it. Right this way.
-Oh, no... Oh no, you don't!
Hey, oh! I think I'm going to be sick...
-Oh! Ah, that, no! It's beyond my strength.
I've said it before and I'll say it again:
I'm no mule nor a low-grade crane,
and certainly not a vomit bowl. I'm fed up!
-It's a disgrace. A real scandal.
-Well, we'll just have to to do this on our own.
-You'd better to find a solution.
-Yes, or else, your vengeance will be terrible.
We understood that, thank you.
We're trying to help you, so change your attitude.
-Attention, statue on the left.
-Belfort, are you pushing?
-Yes, I'm pushing!
-Careful, little stone to the left.
-And I've become...
a hairdryer!
-I'm afraid it's impossible to move Richard.
-It's ruined. The little kitty won't be going to the recital.
-We can't give up.
Richard's not a nice guy, but it's our fault if
he can't get around. We have an obligation to help him.
-OK, OK... We'll help him.
But do you already have an idea? Have you seen him?
-If Mr. de Rastignasse can't go to the recital,
then the recital will come to him.
All right, Lupin, here's the plan:
we're going to make sure that the recital takes
place in the vicinity of the menagerie. -OK!
If we can hear the music, you can
dance, and the kitty doesn't have to move.
-Exactly. We'll need to modify Mr. Lully's documents.
He's leaving!
Quick, we've got to follow him!
-I can't wait to read it! Madame de La Fayette,
no one recounts ball scenes better than you.
-Thank you for the compliment.
Yes, my next novel will soon be finished.
It will tell the story... -No! No...
-Oh!
We must be discreet. Especially you.
-It's not my fault.
It's the floor. It's too slippery!
-Keep your eyes open. We must follow Mr. Lully.
-Straight ahead! He's right over there.
-Onward!
-Human straight ahead, buddy!
-My dear Lupin, you've invented a new dance!
-Gna-gna-gna.
-We've lost sight of Mr. Lully.
That must be him playing! It's coming from the Queen's office.
-Thank you, Bontemps. I'm going to
rehearse again for my recital. -Under the bed, quick!
-That's how he dances, your beloved master?
-Oh yes, I know!
Louis, my master, has such grace!
-That's for sure. How do we get out of here?
-Stay here, I'll take care of it.
-Belfort!
Would you like to dance with me?
I had no idea you were such a good dancer!
-Hm?
-Let's see the minuet. Note: "minuet" was Louis XIV's favourite dance.
-M. Lully, His Majesty has changed his mind again.
-What? Again?
-Hm... yes.
The King wishes the recital take place at the orange grove.
-What?
I'll inform the valets immediately.
-And there he goes again. Can't he stay put?
-No point in following him. Look!
He left his documents here.
We can change the venue. -And what do we do with the bird?
-Chevalier is a great fan of M. Lully.
He'll never let us modify the document. We need a diversion.
-What are you doing in in my queen's office?
Out! Out!
-Hello, Mr Chevalier.
I was just telling my friend that you were a specialist
in music and dance,
and that it was you who taught me.
-That's right, I did. Very true.
-My friend needs your advice.
No offense intended, but his skills are catastrophic.
-Really? Well, show me how you dance.
-What do you think of it?
-You call that dancing? And I thought I'd seen it all!
There's nothing going right. We have to start from scratch. First, we...
we raise our heads.
A little attitude at last! And we hold out our paws.
More than that!
The other paw! The other paw!
-Hello, Belfort. Is Lupin taking a dance lesson?
-To be honest, we want to distract Chevalier.
I need your help.
-Ah? Hm...
-How can you be this bad?
I've never seen anything like it!
Tighten your knees. 1, 2, 3 ! 1, 2, 3 !
-If we move the recital to the Fountain of Apollo,
you'll hear the music all the way to the menagerie.
-You're perfect, Gazette. Thank you. Just what we need.
-Signed "Louis XIV". All done!
-This isn't easy. Now I've had enough.
-Thank you, M. Chevalier. Lupin has already made a lot of progress.
See you next week, same time?
-Not even in my dreams!
-Mission accomplished!
The human recital will take place at the Fountain of Apollo,
and we'll hear the music -Are you sure this will work?
-I'm positive.
There's my master's signature, a nice capital L.
-Belfort! You forged your master's signature?
Aren't you ashamed? I'm so...
so proud of you! -Please, don't add to it.
I already feel guilty enough already.
Come on! Let's go back to poor Richard.
-Hm?
Another change? Really? This is a nightmare!
The sun's about to set!
Fast!
Transport everything to the Fountain of Apollo!
Ah, here we go!
Everything's ready.
-We've done it! -The lion will be happy.
-M. Lully!
The King has changed his mind!
-What? But the court is coming!
-Oh, oh! That's not good.
-The king wishes to dance on the other side of the Grand Canal.
-Good. Have you heard? What are you waiting for?
Fast!
-Oh, hell! No, Lupin! The orchestra's leaving.
-We're screwed.
2 lion appetizers, coming hot!
-Out of the question! We've got to stop them from leaving.
-What's the matter? Belfort! Let go, at last!
-Boo!
-Belfort...
-Well, Lully...
Is it time to take a bath?
The sun's about to set.
-Your Majesty, we were just about
to transport the instruments to the...
-There's no time to change. I'll dance here.
Please get out of the water. It spoils the view.
-It's out of the question. Belfort, this wolf is not invited.
-Come on, Mother. Lupin is my friend.
-Don't insist.
-My noble Diane, if I may...
Be indulgent.
This young wolf has been a great help to me.
-Thank you.
I suppose we can make an exception.
Belfort! Come on, in position!
-Thanks, kitty.
-Let's not exaggerate.
My poor neck! -(Shh!)
(It's starting!)
Hey, that's my buddy! I know him!
-At the time of the Sun King, dancing was very important.
The whole court had to know how to dance.
But we didn't dance like today.
The dance style to most appreciated was Baroque dance,
the ancestor of classical dance. It was at this time
that step names were defined and still used today.
Which were: the "pas de bourrée", the cut, the "pirouette", ...
Louis XIV loved to dance, and in his youth,
he made a spectacle of himself, before the entire court.
It's thanks to dancing that the young Louis XIV
gave himself the image of the Sun King.
In 1661, the king created the Royal Academy of dance.
An entirely dedicated place dedicated to the study of dance.
Over the years, the Academy will evolve
to become the Paris Opera Ballet of the Paris Opera.