Four dance pieces comprise this two-intermission
show. My particular presentation took place at the
very cozy, warm and comfortable Alex Theater in
Glendale, California.
Cor perdut (New work in preview- 6
minutes):
Simple, in flesh and rust color cloth against flat
black with Middle Eastern sounding music. The male
dancers whirl, light reflecting butterfly arms catch
my attention, almost mesmerizing. But nothing else
captures me.
Super Straight is coming down (12
minutes):
Office people emerge from laundry mat cellophane.
White collar shirts and ties, ominous pounding
industrial music, they jostle haplessly like stringed
puppets. Desperate, mindless, controlled by some
unseen machine, caught in the cogs of conformity and
corporation, they jerk unnaturally. The man in dreads
and full suit twitches painfully, he alone elicits a
sense of sympathy from the audience, while the rest
jerk on in an unintended imperfect sync. Mauve pants
also stands out as an impressive individual dancer,
unnatural twisting -- would have liked to see more of
that kind of thing. Despite the sync problems, most
of the choreography is interesting, especially the
floor rolling and "upside down crucifixion" pose.
Intentionally evoking the mundane in sound and visual
drone, this piece nonetheless goes long.
Intermission.
Atelier (20 minutes):
With all curtains pulled away, this segment takes use
of the full empty stage all the way to the
structure's back wall. This works very well to emit a
feeling of raw, inescapable emptiness. A woman in
white gown (a bride?) stumbles freakishly alone,
trapped, possessed, floundering like a fish on the
pier, she rolls on the wooden stage. For the first
time in the entire presentation, I'm feeling a strong
emotion. The groom paces to pounding percussion and a
penny whistle. The two begin a dance that is
interrupted by a third -- a temptress. More or less
telling a soap opera tale until the bride is once
again alone and reflecting. She turns her back to the
audience and watches with us a painful abstract video
presentation against some porous curtains. This too
goes long, integrating awkwardly. Eventually, a
handsome couple appears in shadow behind a curtain
and begin a shadow dance. This is one of the first
striking visuals (simple as it is) of the show.
Sadly, the couple emerges much too soon into the
light. I like the music, but the dance, though some
moments make impression, leaves me rather
unmoved.
Second Intermission/Minus 16 (30
minutes):
Here I find my favorite routine. Lights up, crowd
talking amongst themselves, up and around. A single
dancer, quietly steps in front of the drawn velvet
red curtain and begins a spoof dance. Mocking the
disco club, wedding dance floor, male; this dancer,
one by one, draws the attention of the distracted
crowd. Eventually, perfectly patiently, he improvises
and varies his spoof until the entire audience is
engaged even with lights up and not a word spoken
from his mouth. He's very very amusing, red curtain
raises and soon many other silly dancers join him, by
now the crowd laughs out loud. Chaplan and even
Herman -esque. The now 30 or so dancers suddenly
break into an exciting flurry of arm rolls and jump
in sync. Finally, lights down. This sequence gives
way to a semi-circle of Chicago looking, 40's hat
donning, black suit-coat wearing dancers sitting on
chairs. From left to right they throw their arms
back, bright white shirts chesting out and fall back
on the chairs -- they make a wave with their motion
that flows from one side of the stage to the other
knocking the last dancer off the chair. This "visual
lick" becomes the capping end to a powerful pounding
motif, however they don't really nail the fluidity of
the wave until the fifth run through. I especially
like a segment in which all the seated dancer
half-rise from their seat while a single one jumps
all the way on top of it. I don' t know why, but this
visual is striking and provocative -- it's what I
expected to see much more of from this company.
Later, a metronome ticks to female dancers,
elegant and nicely in sync. Then a sort of audio
autobiography that is slightly amusing.
The dancers gather seemingly for the ending bow.
Instead they walk off the stage expressionless, into
the crowd, they pull a handful of un-expecting
"volunteers" from the audience and bring them on
stage to reprise their goofy layman dancing. This
sets the crowd on fire with laughter. It's fun fresh
and alive. Unfortunately, it goes just a tad long and
segues awkwardly into a mess of freelance
self-expression to techno-pop, then a silly
cheerleader-type people structure that makes little
sense to me. My suggestion is to take the stage bow
with the volunteers and end the show there.
Nevertheless and though I did not join them, this
audience reacted with a standing ovation and a
pounding clap that resonated for at least one full
minute.
Alex theatre, January 18th, 2003, Glendale,
California.
www.alextheatre.org
HSDC:
Artistic Director Jim Vincent.
Choreogrphers: Marguerite Donlon, Nacho Duato, Jiri
Kylian, Ohad Naharin.
www.hubbardstreetdance.com
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