Moonlight, sweet perfume on the breeze, the passionate strains of a waltz, and -- sheer idiocy. The famous Chopin music artistically interpreted by a trio of morphs and mutants. The dance from which these excerpts are taken bears no resemblance to Fokine's original -- except, of course, in its heart-splitting, side-rending pathos.
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