Songs Without Words
Meredith Monk, Photo by K. Scott Schafer
Meredith Monk brings her On Behalf of Nature to BAM, Dec. 3-7/
Here’s a short intro I wrote for the BAMBill.
Meredith Monk, Photo by K. Scott Schafer
Meredith Monk brings her On Behalf of Nature to BAM, Dec. 3-7/
Here’s a short intro I wrote for the BAMBill.
On Nov. 18-19, the Mikhailovsky performed a triple bill, consisting of Petipa’s 1896 one-act La Halte de Cavalerie, Asaf Messerer’s Class Concert, and Nacho Duato’s Prelude. I reviewed the program for DanceTabs. Here’s a short excerpt:
“The idea behind the triptych is to show three aspects of the company’s style: the classicism and character dance of Petipa; the technical pizzazz of mid-twentieth-century Soviet dance, the eccentricities and atmospherics of contemporary movement. None of the pieces is a masterpiece. However, Petipa’s Halte de Cavalerie, made in 1896, is certainly a charmer, a brainless little farce set to forgettable but lively music by the specialist composer Ivan Ivanovich Armsheimer, with lots of pretty dancing and even more clowning around.”
After a few performances of the Romantic classic Giselle, the Mikhailovsky Ballet moved on to far more original fare: the 1932 Flames of Paris, by Vasily Vainonen. Conceived as a thinly-veiled tribute to the October Revolution, the ballet is a celebration of group action, as represented by the company. The ensembles are as important as the soloists, if not more so. Ditto with “character” (i.e. non-classical) dance. The style ranges from Auvergnat clog-dances to 18th-century court dance to Soviet heroism. The story is rip-roaring, more Scarlet Pimpernel than fairy-tale or reverie. Simply put, it’s great fun, and fascinating to see a ballet in a style we never see nowadays. (Though, in its own way, Christopher Wheeldon’s Alice is not far off.)
Here’s my review, for DanceTabs.
The Mikhailovsky Ballet had its New York début this week in Giselle. Opening night was led by a starry cast: Natalia Osipova and Leonid Sarafanov. Here’s my review of that performance, as well as the one at the following matinée, with Anastasia Soboleva and Victor Lebedev as Giselle and Albrecht. Soboleva is a find.
And some background on the company.
For the next two weeks, the Mikhailovsky Ballet, from St. Petersburg, will be performing in New York. The company has an interesting history. Originally built to house traveling French prose troupes—the Czar and his friends enjoyed their Molière—the Mikhailovsky Theatre later became a kind of laboratory for revolutionary ideas in ballet and opera. It was here that Balanchine staged his first experiments. This is also where The Bright Stream, Fyodor Lopukhov’s high-spirited 1935 “tractor ballet,” made in collaboration with Dmitri Shostakovich, premièred. (The ballet was a huge hit, would later become one of the most dramatic examples of Stalin’s disastrous cultural policies. Declared a “balletic falsehood,” the ballet spelled the end of Lopukhov’s career. Shostakovich’s music was derided and banned, though he was eventually rehabilitated. He never wrote another ballet.) More recently, the company has been taken over by a Russian businessman, who spruced up the theatre and brought in Mikhail Messerer to do the same with the repertory. Messerer is a highly respected teacher, scion of an important Russian ballet family. Reports of the Mikhailovsky’s tours to London are very impressive indeed.
You can read more on the company here, in this New York Times feature.
Troy Shumacher’s dances always seem to contain some kind of story, even if you can’t quite tell what that story is. He likes to work with writers, painters, and composers; together they develop a hidden libretto. The results can be a little mysterious. At the same time, his dances have a lot of intention; the dancers are never less than engaged. Their movements seldom feel gratuitous or showy. (And the dancers he chooses, all from City Ballet, are so good!) His ensemble, BalletCollecive, just ended a two-night run at the Skirball. I reviewed it here.
And here’s a feature on Schumacher I wrote for the Times.