George Balanchine, Serenade
Dancers of the Paris Opera Ballet
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Virgine Caussin, à la sortie d’un spectacle (just after the show)
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What does post apocalyptic movement look like? One woman’s arms gesture to the air, tenderly at first and then with increasing ferocity as if hoping to call a spirit or conjure a spell. A trio led by Paloma McGregor wakes from a deep sleep, surveys their surroundings and moves carefully as not to fall. A pair of dancers, each on a far corner, charge along a diagonal and slam into stone-like shapes before they collide. Dancers shake. They buzz like bees. They juggle the air. The gestures are fraught. They burrow their heads into one anothers’ stomachs for comfort and solace and look to branches and stones to ground them. They hold on to objects of nature and imitate their energy, even burying themselves amongst the rocks and sticks. They search. -christine jowers for The Dance EnthusiastReblogged from: dancenthusiast+5 notes
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New York Times 22.11.1987
Dance: A New Work by Wim Vandekeybus
Tough, brutal, playful, ironic and terrific. Adjectives seem unduly passive in describing What the Body
Does Not Remember, the extraordinarily innovative dance piece that concludes the ‘New Work from
Belgium’ series at the Kitchen.
The program credit for this mind-boggling display of intense physicality by five men and five women goes to Wim Vandekeybus, a Flemish dancer who is listed here as a director of the piece. Elsewhere, he is named as a co-choreographer with a Spanish dancer, Eduardo Torroja.
Thursday night’s local premiere at the Kitchen, 512 West 19th St., suggested the collaborative nature of the venture. The violent eroticism of a central section, stunning the audience by its fusion of precision and of energy pushed to an extreme, could be performed only by a collective on a single wave length.
This is highly confrontational art, aggressive toward the audience but aggressive also in the relations it depicts. Its originality is in giving the illusion that form generates content. Hence the heavy insistence on formal elements, consistently made obvious. We see the change in
lighting, in spatial arrangements, in the way the same movement is repeated and varied in each section. We are conscious of simplicity in the use of props like chairs. We are aware of the atmosphere created by the music, in this case by Thierry De Mey (also heard in Anne Teresa de
Keersmaeker’s Rosas Danst Rosas) and Peter Vermeersch.
The key to all these pieces is the ordinary gesture of ordinary movement, suddenly deepened into meaning that has a frightening truth about it. This is not conventional body language. In this instance, What the Body Does Not Remember is an apt title. Mr. Vandekeybus is creating adrenalin
choreography. A program note speaks of the ‘intensity of moments when you don’t have a choice’ such as ‘falling in love, or the second before an accident’. This idea is behind the imagery in each section. In the first, two men lie on the floor or roll gently until their movement becomes complex and punishing. Eventually, an imaginary electric shock seems to jolt them upward. A woman hits an
amplified table and creates percussive sound - the equivalent of a radio sound-effects man who is revealed.
In the second section, three dancers walk on white bricks or cinder blocks and then these are thrown with near-miss accuracy among a larger group of running performers. Cleverly, the choreographers alternate their grim games with playful passages. Walking past each other, the dancers strip each other of clothes or towels with pickpocket precision in a quick-change act.
The core of the work is ‘Frisking’, a brutal cross between the apache dances and machine dances of the 1920’s. Three women stand legs apart and arms out to each side as a partner frisks them.
Examined repeatedly as objects, the women stand coldly until they are suddenly yanked in out of clinches. One rages, one slices coldly at her partner, another is more sensuous.
Extremely well performed, the section is revealing of a male sensibility. As tough as Ms. de Keersmaeker’s work once seemed, it did not show women as willing partners in their own denigration.
The light side comes to the fore again in a passage in which a nonconformist lies on the floor with a chair while others strike up bourgeois family-portrait poses. A more dangerous game involves a stamping dance in which the performers must avoid being stomped by their partners. There is an element of repetition here, but it is clear that such work can no longer be termed Minimalism. The name of the musical ensemble heard on tape (with its textured mix of deconstructed mayhem and percussion) is Maximalist!. The exclamation point is part of the title and fits the entire performance.
© New York Times 22.11.1987
photography by Danny Willems and Mattias ZölleReblogged from: roelof+12 notes