Saturday Matinee

Morphoses/The Wheeldon Company

When Christopher Wheeldon’s company Morphoses rolled into town for their first highly anticipated West Coast tour, I got to thinking about the music behind ballet. In its best scenarios, the music is everything – it is the basis for the movement choreographed to it. In other examples, the music disappears into the background – in Tudor’s Lilac Garden, I can’t remember the music or the composer of that piece for the life of me. I’ve also found that music can be the stumbling block for me to be able to enjoy certain pieces. The pieces set to undanceable pieces come to mind – such as Mark Morris’ Joyride set to the cacophanous music of John Adams. Wheeldon’s Continuum is another piece, and this piece opened the evening with Morphoses.

The momentum in Wheeldon’s Continuum is derived mostly from the sharply-cornered music by Gyorgy Ligeti. The most challenging piece of a very forward-thinking program, the angular choreography pieced together stark images of geometric angles, alternating flexed and pointed feet, insect-like images, and tension that always seem to result from movements in silence. (The audience seems to start breathing again once the music starts up again.) It’s colored by a bewildering sense of randomness to this piece. Momentum is built up between images from moment to moment, but its logic remains murky and elusive. However through movement, Wheeldon is able to point out the humanity and the dark humor in the music I never would have heard otherwise. Even in tension, an urgency and a driving energy challenges the audience to consider it, most of all. Gorgeous lighting by Natasha Katz (recredited by Mary Louise Geiger) offsets the clean angles and creates different worlds, from an austere world with black and bright white, or a warm glow of red.

The program also features choreography other than Wheeldon’s, which is an advantage in variety not only for its dancers but for the audience as well. Lightfoot Leon’s Softly As I Leave You featured a dramatic duet about loss between dancers Drew Jacoby and Rubinald Pronk. Even entrapped in a box, the dancers struggle with angry intensity, yet an atmosphere of surrender and sadness pervades. Lush earthiness is backed by Bach’s sensuous, drawn out phases, and Jacoby and Pronk dance with a mercurial power that’s breathtaking.

Ratmansky was also featured on the program, with Bolero. Six dancers wearing numbers on their leotards dance to the familiar strains of Ravel’s Bolero in movements that mirror the repetitive motif with imperceptible yet building climax. It starts slowly, with a solo and a background chorus of softly shifting shapes. More people join as the music builds. There is a sense of competition (perhaps because of the numbers on their leotards?) yet a nonchalance and a haughty disregard for each other. Yet it’s always changing, as partners switch and different groups dance with each other. Ratmansky’s choreography emphasizes the complex detail in the music, with offbeats that are given as much attention as the onbeats. The irrepressible shifting and pointed movement slowly casts its spell as does the music, which only broke when an accidental skirt came loose and had to be tossed to the back. It was only at this point when I realized how much I had been emotionally caught up in the piece. The piece soldiers on, skirt or not, with the piece coming to an impressive crashing close.

The evening ended with Wheeldon’s Rhapsody Fantaisie, which was my favorite for the night. Highlighted with searing red costumes by Francisco Costa, from beginning to end, the piece was all seamless fluidity, seething with power and life. The dancers were like watching animals in the wild – a harnessed invincibility, an expansive confidence to fly.

With Morphoses’ West Coast tour, California audiences were privileged to be exposed to a company with such a cutting-edge sensibility and an amazing repertoire. Yet it was hard not to notice the empty seats that appeared after each of the two intermissions. Perhaps Wheeldon is ahead of his time with audiences not used to change – at the post performance Q&A, a woman admitted she had never seen such sensuality onstage before. I have to remember that this sort of dance is still new to a lot of people. Or perhaps he’s still trying to find a convincing voice with his lofty vision to challenge audiences as well as seek their favor and support. This favor is made more difficult by music like Ligeti’s. Yet Wheeldon is not afraid to take that risk, and everyone benefits as he searches for beauty, even in difficult places.

An adorable Christopher Wheeldon at the post-performance Q&A.

It’s nice to know that Shakespeare can still pack a house, even if it’s not in a park. It helps that the company is London-based Shakespeare’s Globe stage troupe to show us how it’s really done, bringing the comedic production of Love’s Labour Lost on a US national tour, with their stop at the Mondavi Center.

From the get go, it was a bit like going back into history. Shakespearean minstrels greeted the audience in the lobby, and actors mingled in the aisles before the show and during intermission, riffing with attendees and even serving hors d’oeuvres. It was enlightening to see how interactive theater was back then. Actors regularly ran up and down the aisles with some of the action going on amongst the audience (with one actor sitting in one poor (or lucky) lady’s lap and flipping through the program and hiding from the king). Shakespearean theater wasn’t some glorified, elevated art form that demands to be treated with kid gloves. It was entertainment for the commoners.

Directed by Dominic Dromgoole, this company brought first class comedy to the stage in a fresh production that brought Shakespeare to life. A bright, airy set (by Jonathan Fensom), nimble wordplay, and impeccable comedic timing made this production accessible to modern audiences. The king and his three friends swear to devote themselves to study and chastity and are confounded when the Princess of France and her three ladies visit the royal court. Hilarity ensues. Men in love are just so silly. And they pontificate. A lot. I guess that’s something that hasn’t changed since the Shakespearean times.

In a cast of stellar actors, a standout was Fergal McElherron as Costard, an unlikely swain who inhabited his character in every spirited moment.

It was refreshing to hear unmiked voices, as if the voices were talking directly to you with dynamic vocal projection. However, in addition to the Shakespearean language and a smattering of foreign accents, there were parts that were hard to catch. It’s a speed and speech that American audiences aren’t used to hearing, and I had difficulty in comprehending the unfamiliar script and convoluted story. It was no wonder the audience reacted more consistently to the physical comedy, and there were many chances to laugh.

I’ve forgotten how sophomoric Shakespeare can be, and this show reminded me at how phallic jokes never grow old. Despite its obscure moments, this production was first rate production that throughout history, audiences have always been entertained by both high intellectual comedy of witty wordplay, along with the low.

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Sometimes, the audience becomes an unwitting additional character in a show. At Patti Lupone’s one-woman show at the Mondavi Center on Saturday night titled “Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda”, the show itself was amazing. Backed by pianist Joseph Talken playing with witty ease, Lupone was her larger-than-life self, showcasing her performing skills in a series of showtunes and personal anecdotes of her journey through career highs and lows – mass cattle calls (auditions with non unionized actors where hundreds of people show up to audition), her accidental entrance to Juilliard, or so she says, and through several Tony awards. She delivers with spot-on comedic timing and a flair for the dramatic. And that voice! Not the most refined, it’s not even her power to bring down the house that’s the most impressive, but her ability to hold your attention with breathless anticipation. This one-woman show is a perfect vehicle for her persona as the quintessential performer. 

I couldn’t help but to feel that it was a bit unfortunate that the audience was filled with people who didn’t seem to know a lot about Broadway. This show was put on in honor of Chancellor Larry and Rosalie Vanderhoef, who is retiring soon after an illustrious career. Chandellor Vanderhoef did a lot in promoting the arts in this community, even in just building the magnificent Mondavi Center which brings in a lot of art in itself. From our orchestra seats, the audience was packed with people who looked like administrators, many of them with nametags from a previous event, in what looked like in honor of the chancellor. Everyone in the audience seemed to know each other, and my friend and I were apparently in the middle of about 10 different conversations with people in front of us talking through us to speak to the people behind us. The only exception that I could see was the front row of starry-eyed young men hanging on her every word. 

With Lupone’s show, it was too bad that when she pointed the mike towards the audience to sing along, she was met with dead silence. Being a cabaret-style show that depends on casual audience interaction, this part sadly fell flat, through no fault of her own. But she geared up and utilized everything she had (including a perfeclty handled impromptu moment where she almost fell through a trap door in the wall) to whip up audience enthusiasm. She was able to get the audience palpably excited even if no one recognized the showtunes. And by the end with a rousing medley of Sondheim songs including the powerhouse “Being Alive”, it was obvious that she had a theater full of her newest fans.

A word on Chancellor Vanderhoef and the wonderful Mondavi Center. If he brought in the Mondavi Center, that alone is enough to convince me that he is a great man with an uncanny unique vision for the arts. As an example of the great programming here, I have seen Ballet Preljocaj, Yo-Yo Ma, the San Francisco Symphony with Mason Bates and Yuja Wang, and Patti Lupone in the span about a month. Next year, this center is bringing in the infamous and hilarious Ballet Trockadero and Morphoses, Christopher Wheeldon’s company. Even with the recession and an increase in more “conservative” financially dependable programs such as classical music concerts, how fabulous and risky is that programming? Love!

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Regarding the relationship between his music and dance, at around 42:30. (Thankfully, they cut me out of the video but Page repeats my question.) His answer became a multi-minute freeform association about dance, but it was fascinating to hear his stories about dancers and his admiration for the art and artists. He talks about his first forays into writing music for dance, and I can’t get the image of a 42 year old Philip Glass struggling with dance combinations out of my head. The entire conversation with music critic Tim Page was very good. He talks about minimalism in music, his recent performance in San Francisco with his Music in 12 Parts, his past and future projects, and more. My favorite part is that he’s a little bit of a geek. His candor was endearing and his thoughts, admirable. What’s not to love??

My initial writeup of this conversation, and a photo I snuck in, here.

Friday night at Ballet Preljocaj’s Les 4 Saisons… (The Four Seasons) reminded me that a performance is often not only what’s on stage, but the entire experience of being an audience member. Modern dance isn’t so popular so far outside the boundaries of the Bay Area, yet it still looked to be a surprisingly filled house for this one night only performance and I had luckily snagged seats close to the stage. I was seated next to a little girl who looked to be no older than four years old with her poor grandmother who probably thought that the word “ballet” in the title of “Ballet Preljocaj” led her to believe that she was in for an evening of Swan Lake or child-friendly Cinderella. The performance opened with two men in nude-colored G-strings dressed in a completely see-through clear inflatable bear suits, walking across in halting, posed movements in complete silence. I immediately became hyperaware of the little girl and the level of detail that we could see with such close proximity. The little girl had instantly stopped fidgeting and was watching with a newly-found riveted and rapt attention. It became worse when both male and female dancers came out wrapped in dark blankets and started swirling the blankets around to reveal that they were wearing absolutely nothing underneath. I blame the little girl for making me so keenly uncomfortable, as well as the American Pilgrims founding this country that made me feel like such an uptight, Puritannical American in the face of such bold French openness.

I hope it’s clear that I’m exaggerating my discomfort – after all, it must have been volumes worse for the grandmother. Preljocaj’s Les 4 Saisons is a lavishly ambitious production, set to the familiar music of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. The over-the-top cartoon-like sets and costumes by Fabrice Hyber provides a fulcrum for comparison for the choreography, serving either as stark contrast to the stark, disturbing images onstage, or as a neon highlighter, reinforcing the dizzying delirium.

There’s no doubting Preljocaj’s talent and genius establishes himself as a major choreographer of modern dance. His choreography falls both within audience expectations and outside of it, with a result of a hodgepodge of child-like joy, intense violence, and langorous haze. Loosely incorporating images of the four seasons, this takes the audience on a journey that ranges from joy, awkwardness, confusion, and at all times, intrigue.

Preljocaj constructs seamless movements with captivating logic that’s inventive. There’s an organic flow to sections of his choreography that’s easy to get swept up in. A gentle musicality finds new nuances in a piece of music known so well. In the rocking “Allegro” of Autumn (music in the youtube video below), Preljocaj uses the downbeat to have the dancers jumping rope as elementary school children do, with two people holding a huge rope with a dancer gleefully jumping with delight in response to the pulling downbeat. Some of my favorite moments were in the allegro movements that depicts joy. Lightning quick changes in direction in a group of dancers dressed in summer beach clothes frolicking in the sun is really fun to watch. Les 4 Saisons… also uses multiple props in inventive ways. I’d never seen better use of props in a dance performance both in its inventive use and in placing the props in service to the choreography rather than the other way around. A woman in high heels, two men, and a rocking staircase (shown in the photo above) becomes a lazy and langorous threesome.

Interspersed between joy, there are moments of disturbing images. A woman convulses on the floor and a man screams at her. Two women engage in a peculiar pas de deux where they pull and push each other aggressively by grabbing the skin of the face, the underside of the arm, or the torso in painful holds. The extremes in emotion is seat-squirmingly uncomfortable, and its purpose and transitions unclear.

Bottom line, there was still a feeling that there was just too much going on. Moments of confusion are common with me during modern dance, yet with the over-the-top sets, the ridiculously flamboyant recording of Vivaldi’s music, spoken word, and the use of props, it all added up to “too much” that ultimately failed to gel into a cohesive whole. This piece gives off the impression that it was trying to accomplish one too many goals. It may have benefited from Coco Chanel’s advice on accessorizing. “When accessorizing, always take off the last thing you put on.”

The dancers of Ballet Preljocaj were wonderful in this athletic choreography. Yang Wang was a powerhouse of buzzing energy, and Lorena O’Neill stood out for her curious blend of clean elegance and layered eroticism.

Still, Preljocaj convinces that there’s much to be learned (and to be talked about) in reinventing the classics, both in interpreting familiar musical classic and the institution of dance. I would even call this a “must-see”. It was an intriguing evening that was challenging as well as admirable in that it made me reflect on my expectations, my biases, and my reactions. And it made me extremely hopeful for the future of dance with choreographers like Preljocaj in this world.

Click here for more photos on the Ballet Preljocaj website. They’ll be performing Les 4 Saisons… in both Seattle and Santa Barbara later this month.

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Ballet Preljocaj’s Les 4 Saisons

Ballet Preljocaj is stopping by California to present their Les 4 Saisons (The Four Seasons) choreographed by Angelin Preljocaj, set to the music of well known Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. I’m always wary of when I hear about choreography to really well known music, masterpieces in themselves really. Normally, this would really bother me, but I have a soft spot for this Vivaldi’s colorful piece, yet a certain amount of distance from it. I didn’t grow up with it like I did Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos, for example. I was especially intrigued by what Preljocaj himself had to say about choreographing to such a well known piece. Taken from his website:

Can the music – so well known, so conventional, so gone astray – can it indeed still deliver more surprises, more gray zones, more secrets?

And so, we shall see. His words give me hope. I also have a fondness for Preljocaj’s choreography – his work was the first work I ever reviewed for my dance criticism class back in college, and one of the first modern pieces I really saw. His Annonciation was particularly lovely. The sets do cause me to worry, however – the Santa outfit? For winter? Really??

Ballet Preljocaj at the Mondavi Center on Friday, April 17. Click here for more information.

My full review here.

What a treat! I went to an informal conversation with Philip Glass (led by Tim Page) and got to ask him a question. I told him that my first experience with his music was with Twyla Tharp’s “In the Upper Room”, and was wondering what he thought of seeing his music in dance form. He then started talking about his experience with dance in his lifetime for a while, starting with his days in Juilliard. His thinking was rather economical, as he thought, who will always need my music?  And his answer was, dancers and theaters will always need music. And so he wrote for dancers. He mentioned Jose Limon and Martha Graham at Juilliard, but he said he didn’t write for them, but for their students. He also mentioned that he would have liked to have been a dancer himself; he was in awe of using your body as the ultimate physical art form. The closest he got was he was touring with Lucinda Childs’ dance company and they allowed him to take ballet class with the dancers, at age 42. He jumped at the chance, much to the entertainment of the dancers. He said he was fine except for the combinations because his specialty was music memory, not muscle memory. This made everyone laugh.

It’s funny how sometimes we think artists do things to serve their art, but often the reasons are economical. He said he controls who accesses his scores because he makes his living performing his own music and doesn’t want others to rob him of his livelihood. 

There were other questions on his movie music, and lots of other talk on minimalism, classical music, and “ideology” in music but I need to get ready for the concert tonight.

Philip Glass on the right, in conversation.

ABT II breezed into the Mondavi Center on Friday night, bringing a refreshing breath of youthful exuberance with it. ABT II is the training program for the world famous American Ballet Theatre, with its pick of the most promising ballet dancers in the world. It’s a great look into the future of ballet and its upcoming stars, with everyone between the ages of 16-20. A well rounded program was offered, showcasing both the strengths of the small company as well as showing the world how they can handle difficult (and diverse) repertory. The small company took huge risks as they can afford to with its talented roster, but as with all risks, some worked better than others.

The biggest success of the night was Jerome Robbins’ Interplay capitalizing on the company’s youth, with its whimsical concept of kids at play. Dressed in bright primary colors suggesting youth from the very beginning, a boy waves to another. A sense of playfulness pervades as the dancers constantly relate to each other, with boys playing leapfrog and other childhood games, with lightning quick moves and offbeat surprises. A competitive spirit adds to the fun, as Joseph Gorak shows off his langorous lines, an arresting stage presence, and a level of artistry seen more in more experienced dancers. A collaborative group chemistry completes this fun romp to perfection.

The rest of the program worked on many different levels, but a part of my problem is that I unrealistically expected it to be a mini-ABT. Their infectious energy withstanding, the performance was still riddled with tenuous turns, a few nail-biting slip ups, and a whirlwind of difficult technical steps without shape or direction. This however undoubtedly will be ironed out with performing experience and the passage of time.  Balanchine’s Allegro Brilliante was a courageously daring endeavor; its difficulty and the effort it required was unfortunately visible as steps were whipped out at breakneck speeds with the transparent intent of getting them over with, instead of responding organically to the music. Despite the piece’s technical difficulties, the soloist Sae-Eun Park was a long-legged wonder, with a lightness and a pleasing airiness in her dancing, with Jose Sebastian was her noble partner. The Swan Lake Act II pas de deux and the Don Quixote pas de deux followed in the second half of the program, with a very sassy performance by Meaghan Hinkis in Don Quixote. Petipa’s Carnival of Venice closed the program showcasing the ability of this group to tackle classical repertory, which brought the evening to a celebratory end.

This group offers great hope for the future of ballet, with flashes of brilliant artistry peeking through already at such a young age. It was a great way to experience a top notch ballet company outside of their home state of New York. And Helgi, can we bring Joseph Gorak home for Christmas?? That would be wonderful. Newly hired Isaac Hernández joined San Francisco Ballet recently from ABT II.

Hm, this picture doesn’t look like ABT II but it’s listed that way. Pretty pose, no?

ABT II continues their tour. Click here for their website.

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Here to see ABT II – nice to see some ballet after a very long but productive week.