Story ballets are supposed to be the most accessible type of ballet. But I’ve always had a hard time with them. To me, the elaborate costumes equate with less dancing, and the story always drags, bogged down by the moments of “pure dance” that I appreciate in more abstract ballets. Or they usually do. The Sleeping Beauty, despite being one of the oldest and most traditional story ballets, keeps up the pace better than most. And I put in a little work this time that gave me more to think about when I watched it.