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Seeing Things
TOBI TOBIAS on dance et al...


Thursday, June 30, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 15

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005 / Operan, the Royal Theatres new house for opera and ballet

     

     

     

     

    With the Bournonville Festival, the Royal Danish Ballet looked back to the past and offered telling examples of how it intends to preserve its singular choreographic and stylistic legacy.  Appropriately, the  Festival performances took place at the Royal Theatres Gamle Scene (Old Stage), the ornate, perfectly proportioned opera house on the Kings Square for which Bournonville restaged some of his best works when it opened in 1874, towards the end of his career.  Just last fall, however, the Royal Theatre opened a brand new, forward-looking opera housesleekly modern in design, ultra-modern in its technical facilitiesthat has significant implications for the Royal Danish Ballets future.

    The Opera (Operan), as its called, is not intended to replace the Old Stagewhich has sheltered both Denmarks national ballet and opera companies for over 125 yearsbut to complement it.  The dimensions of its stage and its spectacular technical capabilities are considerably grander than those of the Old Stage, and its seating capacity of 1700 is more generous too.  The Royal Theatres opera company will transfer itself lock, stock, and barrel to the new location, while the Royal Danish Ballet intends to perform in both housesthe old and the new.  Bournonvilles ballets and others requiring an intimate setting will be given in the old house; big ballets, both old (Swan Lake, for example) and new (such as John Neumeiers The Little Mermaid, recently created for the RDB) will take advantage of the spaciousness and mechanical wonders of the new quarters.

    It might be observed that the Royal Danish Ballet ranks among world-class troupes for its custodianship of the Bournonville oeuvre.  It has  never distinguished itself internationally through productions of the nineteenth-century Russian classics.  In the past it has had neither the size nor the dancers bred for the particular strength and style the job requires.  Its virtues, remarkable ones, lay elsewherein the realms of buoyant grace, the subtle observation and communication of human feeling, and an lan that glows rather than attempting to dazzle.  But, inevitably, times have changed, and the companys aspirations are now heroic in scale and avid.  The big question remains:  If the RDB, responding to the opportunities and challenges the Opera offers, sets its sights on producing a Swan Lake or a Sleeping Beauty that will rank with the stagings of, say, the Paris Opera Ballet or the Kirov, will it still be able to give Bournonville his due?  At the moment, its pleasanter to leave this troublesome question in the background and experience the Opera as a piece of beguiling architectural theater.

    If, from the entrance of the Old Stage, you walk down the picturesque canal street of Nyhavn, youll see the imposing Opera across the water, on the island of Holmen.  You get to it by boat.  The ride across the water takes exactly three minutes, and the boat is merely a small ferry, but still . . .

    The building itself, with its curvilinear shape and an overhanging roof that seems to float, makes you think ship.  This is only appropriate, since the formidably costly structure was the gift of a man, one A.P. Mller, whose family made its fortune in ship building and transporting cargo over the water.

    The Opera is masterly in its command of space and light and typically Danish in its harmonious juxtaposition of materials:  glass (miles of it, it would seem), stone (in subdued shades of grey and sand that give it an eerie lightness), steely metal, and lovingly treated wood.  The interior of the building continually echoes the curved shape of the faade.  At the hub of the public space is a gigantic bowed form clad in glowing maple veneer.  Fantasy suggests its the work of a violin maker operating on a Brobdingnagian scale.  Exquisitely varied in its grain, burnished to a rich copper sheen, the wood looks as if each piece had been chosen for its singular beauty and placed so as to make a spectrum of subtle contrasts with its neighboring pieces.   The convex side of this structure is the spatial and decorative heart of the buildings tiered promenades.  Functionallyas if it were there merely to be usefulit forms the outer shell of the auditorium.  Discovering its double life is a small but very particular delight.
     
    At every level of the promenadesthere are four of them over the ground flooryou can look out over the water, through the horizon-wide curved windows, setting your drink, libretto, or glittering minaudire on the narrow steel shelf placed at ships-rail height, and pretend you are on a pleasure cruise, sailing for the destiny of your dreams.  You can dine on the promenades too; one malcontent observed that the Opera was conceived as a bar/restaurant with entertainment.  The audience likes it, though, and dresses up marvelously to be players in the scenethe elder and wealthier in an expensively tasteful mode Scandinavian fashion has brought to a high and perfect pitch, the young with unquenchable rakish imagination.

    Like the best Danish design for the home, particularly the sublime Danish Modern furniture of the mid-twentieth century, the Opera manages to be both austere and welcoming.  Its sole concession to a lower-brow yen for glitter rests in a trio of round chandeliersmore than ten feet in diameter, Id guessthat are suspended over the first tier.  Faceted like supersized Swaroski crystals, the globes gaudily refract tones of silver, cool gold, rose, and ultramarine.  A grid inside them is studded with tiny lights on stemsfor all the world like a giants matchsticks.
     
    From the promenades, gangways lead to the auditoriums seating areas, adding to the visitors general impression of being on a luxury ship, safely ensconced in elegance, with a view of the world outside that he or she is blithely gliding past.  The most splendid view of that world is to be had at the two highest tiers.  That perspective best reveals the small ornate towers of Old Copenhagen, springing up from the otherwise modestly low cityscape, as if they were cunningly fashioned pop-up toys.

    After reveling in the extravagant light and space of the public areas, youre shocked by the enclosed darkness of the auditorium.  The contrast constitutes a theatrical coup in itself.  The interior is paneled with a Japanese-style arrangement of slatted wood in two tones of browndeep and deeper.  The wood is pierced with little lights so that, once seated, you can actually read your program, but the room as a whole, with its balconies seeming to embrace the stage as you look towards it, instills a feeling of intimacy.  In this it declares its cousinship with the Royal Theatres Old Stage.

    Turning your back to the stage and casting your glance upward, however, you see the auditoriums second coup de thtre.  The depth of the four curved balconies creates a sense of immense sweep.  This impression of vastness is augmented by the overarching vault of the ceiling (clad like the walls in striated wood).  Everywhere the dark wood is pierced with tiny dots and fine lines of light, suggesting the elements that sparkle from an immense distance in a nighttime sky. The whole creates an effect of galactic grandeur.

    In the intermission you can stroll the long swath of a curving outdoor promenade and, at this time of year, early June, watch the sun go down.  The last fiery rays drop below the horizon just before 10:00, yet the sky remains luminous and the water graciously reflects it.  This coup de thtre by Mother Nature, co-opted by the Operas architect, Henning Larsen, makes you feel the universe is holding its breath.

    Photos:  Lars Schmidt 

    2005 Tobi Tobias
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Sunday, June 26, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 14

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    When I titled my series of articles on the Royal Danish Ballets 3rd Bournonville Festival Total Immersion, I truly meant total.  In the 13 pieces preceding this one, I aimed to concentrate on covering all the performances of the existing Bournonville balletswhich were, after all, the heart of the Festivaland what seemed to me the most compelling Bournonville-related exhibitions.  But there was more, much moresome of it open to the public, some of it organized especially to familiarize foreign journalists and other interested parties with Bournonvilles world.

    In addition to the exhibitions Ive written about at length in the Total Immersion series, there were a few I didnt have the time and strength to report on.  These included Alt dandser, tro mit ord! (Everything dancestake my word for it!) at Thorvaldsens Museum, curated by the musicologist Ole Nrlyng.  It explored the link between Bournonville and the neoclassical sculptor Bertel Thorvaldsen (1770-1844), whose dulcet idealization of the human form greatly influenced the choreographer.  The prolific research librarian Knud Arne Jrgensen produced yet another exhibitionthis one at Bournonvilles home in Fredensborg, a suburb of Copenhagen favored by the Danish royal familyplacing the choreographer in the circle of his family and in the wider but similarly intimate circle of his friends in the arts.   And so on.  I couldnt help feeling it was a pity that the life of the exhibitions was almost as ephemeral as dancing.  Still, as Ive written, Digterens Teaterdrmme (The Poets Theater Dreams) is available in a splendid online version, while Tyl & Trikot, the imaginative display of costumes for the Bournonville ballets, has been extended until July 10 and is accompanied by a useful catalogue, available through the National Museum.

    In addition to Anne Marie Vessel Schlters six lecture-demonstrations on the Bournonville Schoolsopen to the public and a huge hit with the Festival audiencesthere was an illuminating and vastly entertaining invitation-only program on mime, organized by the effervescent Dinna Bjrn.  It exploredwith piquant demonstrationsthe connection between the mime in the Bournonville ballets and the mime used in the playlets given nightly at the Peacock Theatre in the pleasure gardens of Tivoli, the site of Europes longest unbroken tradition of commedia dell arte performance.  Bjrn, who now heads the Finnish National Ballet, after a distinguished career as an RDB dancer, began her theater life as a diminutive devil in one of the Peacock Theatre pantomimes, when her father, Niels Bjrn Larsen, headed both the RDB and the Tivoli troupe.  Bjrns program was given on the raked stage of the eighteenth-century Court Theatre, where Bournonville himself once danced, and which now houses the Theatre Museum, an enchantment in itself.  On another day, journalists were treated to a full performance of a pantomime play at the Peacock Theatre and a tour of the minuscule backstage quarters where all the stage machinery, including the device that unfurls and retracts the peacock-tail curtain (its constructed like a fan), is worked by hand.
      
    Other mini-excursions included a trip to Fredensborg to view Bournonvilles home (see above) and to visit the Bournonville familys burial site in the Asminderod churchyardall simplicity, greenery, and peace.  There, according to Jewish custom, I lay a small stone on the grave markers of the master and his father, Antoine Bournonville, who headed the Royal Danish Ballet when his son was young and, presciently, took the boy to Paris, where he learnedand then co-optedthe French Romantic school of dancing.

    The RDB company and school, which were operating behind firmly closed doors at the first Bournonville Festival in 1979 have adopted a new policy of openness in recent years, so journalists were allowed to observe a number of classes and rehearsals.  Though I didnt attend any this time, Ive happily done so on earlier visits, since a behind-the-scenes view can provide piercing insights into what you see on stage.  Last year, in these pages, I explored the issue of the extraordinarily high caliber of the RDBs male dancers by looking into the training of the boys and young men in the companys school.  To read Ballet Boyz, Danish Style, go here.

    The Festival also celebrated the recent or upcoming publication of a slew of Bournonville items.  A complete list of them appears here.  Im looking forward to reading Bournonvilles travel letters to his wife,  who stayed home with their six children while her husband spent half a year in France and Italy, though, as the inscription atop the Royal Theatres proscenium says, ei blot til lyst (not for pleasure alone); the choreographers observations and experiences abroad, were assured, became part of his ballets.

    Throughout the Festival, hospitality, a Danish specialty, was lavished on the visiting journalists and, of course, their local colleagues.  Each participantand there were over one hundred of uswas greeted as if he or she were a combination of dignitary and close family friend.  Each was presented with a sturdy slate gray carry-on discretely marked with the Royal Theatre logo (in a gold that managed not to glitter) and weighted with publications connected to Bournonville and the Festival, from books to pamphlets to detailed lists of enticing events.  Every round of activity seemed to conclude with the provision of (at the very least) sandwiches and glasses of wine, and every professional need, from general information to Internet use, was answered, with infinite cordiality, by the Royal Theatres press department staff.  After every performance, there was a reception, at which speeches, food, and drink flowed lavishly, and excitement at being part of a telling moment in dance history ran high.  Most of us went home to terrifying amounts of work that had piled up in our absence.  What we really needed, instead, was a week on a deserted beach where we could lie inert, staring at the sea and sky, letting memory sort out and store up our experiences.

    Photo:  One of the two Danish postage stamps issued to commemorate the 200th anniversary of August Bournonvilles birth.  The art is by Mette and Eric Mourier; the engraving, by Lars Sjblom.

    2005 Tobi Tobias
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 13

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    The evening of the final, gala, performance in the Royal Danish Ballets Bournonville Festival opened with Queen Margrethe IIs entering the Royal Boxas she had every night of the nine-day celebrationto smile down benignly at the audience that had risen in respectful silence at her entrance.  Now she was accompanied by her consort, Prince Henrik, and, as she had been several times before, by one of her sisters, Princess Benedikte.  The orchestra proceeded to play the Danish national anthem, followed by the imposing March of the Gods, from J.P.E. Hartmanns score for Bournonvilles Nordic-mythology ballet The Lay of Thrym.  Two significant realms of authority having thus been invoked, Frank Andersen, the Royal Danish Ballets artistic director, gave a speech before the curtain, which then rose on the companys futurethe children of its school, performing the elementary exercises of a profession Bournonvilles ballet-master father called the most glorious career in the world.

    The dancing that ensued consisted of lively excerpts from ballets shown in the course of the Festival, but now, in several cases, with principals we hadnt yet seen in the leading roles; short pieces that are all that remain of longer works, such as the beguiling pas de deux from The Flower Festival in Genzano and the cheeky duet from William Tell; and a sprinkling of historical curiosities.  The brief numbers were danced, appropriately, before an enlarged engraving of the old Royal Theatre, where Bournonville did most of his work.  (That house was torn down in 1874, upon the opening of the present theater, which has served the Danish ballet so well, though the new Operan, as Ill explain in the final installment of Total ImmersionNo. 15now threatens to eclipse it.)

    In another backward glance, fragments of film shot by Peter Elfelt in the first years of the twentieth century provided a glimpse of Bournonville dancing as it looked 100 years ago.  Perhaps unintentionally (perhaps cannily), it reinforced the point that the Andersen makes over and over again when present-day Bournonville aficionados succumb to overdoses of nostalgia:  The Bournonville style cant be frozen in time but must move forward to suit todays bodies, todays technical capabilities, and todays taste.  (As for me, Im guilty of the nostalgia and worried, in this death-of-poetry era, about the issue of taste.)  

    The program concluded with a rip-roaring performance of the third act of Napoli, with dancers of all ages crowding the stage at the ebullient climax, the most agile dividing the solo work among themselves; those of riper age taking their turn at a few phrases or banging an encouraging tambourine on the sidelines; and what appeared to be the entire student body up on the bridge from which, traditionally, the young pupils look down on the soloists performing the pas de six and tarantella and memorize their parts.

    At its close, the program, broadcast live over Danish television, was greeted with a prolonged, tumultuous ovation.  Balloons were duly let loose, and confetti, in the form of tiny Danish flags, rained down from above.  Andersen gave the first curtain calls to the dancers.  When he finally appeared for his bow, in front of the applauding ranks of performers, facing an audience that had risen to its feet (not an everyday occurrence in Copenhagen), if Im not mistakenI saw his face from a distance, in a dazzle of stage lighthe was in tears.

    I think Andersen had earned the adulation he received.  Whatever quibbles one might have over some of the artistic choices (and I have several fairly serious ones), this Festival was a triumph simply as an event, and Andersen, though he has continually given ample credit to the stagers, dancers, coaches, teachers, and staff without whom, was the leading force in bringing it about.  Who else would have thought of finishing the festivities with a glorious display of fireworks on the Kings Square, right in front of the Royal Theatre, spelling Bournonvilles name out in lights, as it were, and firing up the sky with a brilliant fantasy of explosions in which stars turn to flowers, and comets acquire rainbow tints?

    Photo:  Official poster for the Royal Danish Ballets 3rd Bournonville Festival, June 3-11, 2005, created by Peter Bonde

    2005 Tobi Tobias

     
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Sunday, June 19, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 12

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

     

     

    I first saw Bournonvilles A Folk Tale in 1979, at a dress rehearsal to which journalists whod made the pilgrimage to Copenhagen for the first Bournonville Festival had been invited.  (A Royal Danish Ballet dress rehearsal means a full-fledged, uninterrupted performance with almost no one in the audience apart from the companys current personnel and its venerable retired dancers.)  At that time, Bournonville had not yet been fully discovered by the international dance world; most of us visitors were ignorant even of the ballets plotto say nothing of the virtues that place it easily among the great achievements of Romantic art.  Between the ballets two acts, as the small number of privileged spectators from abroad stumbled from the darkness of the auditorium into the sunlit foyer, I encountered the dance critic and historian David Vaughan, a longtime colleague and friend.  I remember that neither of us could speak; we were both weeping.  The work was so tender, so luminous in its fantasyand so very Danishthat it seemed beyond the reach of words.  This is how I described it eventually in the essay I wrote on the 1979 Festival for Dance magazine:

    Bournonvilles A Folk Tale . . . is as shimmering, delicate, and self-contained as a soap bubblethe product of a unique imagination.

    The argument of the ballet is a fairy-tale staple:  an exchange of infants from dichotomous backgrounds who grow up to uncover their true nature.  Here a human child of the gentry is secretly replaced in her cradle with a baby of the troll colony that lurks, half-hidden, in its under-the-mountain (that is, subconscious) domain.  The switched girls grow to maidenhood, each instinctively revealing or seeking her roots.  Although the human Hilda is promised by the dowager troll to the more loutish of her two sons, she yearns for an ideal goodness, which the ballet symbolizes, endearingly, by Christianity and the handsome young hero, Junker Ove.  On the other hand, despite the gentility of her upbringing, Birthe remains a troll at heart and, aptly, in body.  In one of the ballets most entertaining and psychologically keen sequences, she dances before a full-length mirror, in narcissistic, lyrical phrasesinto which contorted troll-motions break uncontrollably.

    The ballet contains a vestige of the themes of Romantic preoccupationin the elf-maidens (a cross between the wilis and the nightgowned muses-with-flowing-hair in the lgie section of Balanchines Tschaikovsky Suite No. 3) who emerge from their mountain caverns and swirl through the dry-ice fog to entrap Junker Ove, and in Ove himself, a sketchy indication of the morbidly dreamy temperament of the model Romantic hero.  But the ostensible villains of the piece, the troll folk, feel harmlessbecause they are so quaint.  (The second brother eventually grows as lovable as one of Snow Whites dwarfs.)  This is a common folkloric devicesubverting the potency of figures of mystery and fear by rendering them whimsically.  But the real mark of Bournonvilles genius is that, at the same time, he is able to make the entire troll community a riotously accurate personification of the human race in its less attractive guises.  Im particularly fond of the show of self-congratulatory indulgence in the minor vices revealed at their orgy, but Bournonvilles deftest shaft may be in making the most characteristic attribute of these appalling creatures their bad manners.

    Of course Bournonville, that inimitable proselytizer for joy, gives his story a happy outcome.  What is remarkable about this closing scene in A Folk Tale is that one is wholly disarmed by the sweetness and purity of his means.  The ballet ends, naturally, with the wedding of the lovers made for each other, Hilda and Ove.  Imagine this sequence of images:  six very young women (blond nymphets in pale green dresses, holding blossoming branches) softly waltzing; a slow processional, bland as a walk, for the wedding party, under wreaths of flowers; then, oddly slowed, the simplest of love pledgesthe hand to the heart, then extended to the partner; a brief dance around a pastel-ribboned maypole; and the final assertion of the dulcet waltz motif accompanying a flurry of rose petals.  Few artists could work with such trusting innocence.

    I have written about A Folk Tale many times since I made the above wonder-struck report, most recently in an essay for Dance Insider, on the ballets theme of home.  My love of this ballet survived the new production in 1991, by Anne Marie Vessel Schlter and Frank Andersen, with costumes and dcor by Her Majesty Queen Margrethe II, that I thought coarsened itand, where the trolls were concerned, thoroughly Disneyfied it.  This production is still in use today; overall, it has not acquired nuance or luster with time.

    The 2005 Festival cast was distinguished, nevertheless, by the performances of Gudrun Bojesen as Hilda, Kenneth Greve as Junker Ove, and Tina Hjlund as Birthe.  All glowing innocence, Bojesen embodied, as Hilda should, the unsullied loveliness of the young.  Today, Bojesen is more conscious of her effect than she was earlier in her career, but ifas is only natural and inevitablesome of her former dewiness and reticence has vanished, it has been replaced by the growing knowledge of her particular dancing persona and the confidence in her powers that are marks of a ballerina coming into her own.  Greve fulfilled, excellently, the type he was playinga beautiful, brooding young man instinctively aspiring to perfect love.  Hjlund, as always, performed with enormous energy and spontaneity, creating a lightheaded, lusty Birthe who relishes her own deviltry, yet spares an occasional wistful sigh for the joys of a virtuous, civilized world that she will never have.

    As Ive commented, discussing other Festival productions, the music here was played too fast for the mime to register properlyand mime, an expressive mode that refuses to be rushed, is every bit as essential to A Folk Tale as dancing.  On the other hand, mime portrayals that I thought slim a while back have deepened, notably Eva Kloborgs Muri, which has accumulated a gratifying weight and some psychological complexity, and Lis Jeppesens Viderik (the good troll brother), which is not so flighty as it was early on.  Thomas Lund was outstanding in the "Gypsy" pas de sept (classical fireworks inserted to liven up the dulcet wedding scene that concludes the ballet).  Hes still the only guy in the company able to make the Bournonville style look entirely natural.

    The wedding scene itself should, with its calm, ever-modest radiance, sum up everything that has gone before, yet now it doesnt, quite.  Its as if the collaborators on the productionthe stagers, the coaches, and a majority of the dancerseither didnt understand its intrinsic qualities (which are, at heart, spiritual) or simply didnt value them.  In its present state, theres still enough magic in A Folk Tale to enchant Bournonville newbies, even to retain the affection of veteran Folk Tale fans, but this time round, it didnt make me cry.

    Photo:  Lithograph from the cover of the piano score for August Bournonvilles A Folk Tale

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Friday, June 17, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 11

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

    Just about everyone agrees that, among Jane Austens novels, Pride and Prejudice is the perfect one, the technical dazzler, and that Emma is the most profound.  But Janeites usually have a personalidiosyncraticfavorite, and mine is Persuasion.  Id be the first to admit that its slighter than the Big Two, but I find it uniquely touching in its account of quiet events and barely spoken feelings.  Im highly susceptible as well to its notion that one can have a second chance at happiness.  Among Bournonvilles ballets, The Kings Volunteers on Amager holds a similar special place in my affections.  At least it did.

    A ballet exists fully only in the here and now.  The rest is merely history and capricious memory.  Im sorry to report that the current production of Kings Volunteers, the only one my little dance-avid granddaughter can see, is nowhere up to the versionstaged by Hans Brenaa, with dcor and costumes by Bjrn Wiinbladthat  captured my heart at the first Bournonville Festival in 1979.

    The one-act ballet, created in 1871, at the sunset of Bournonvilles career, is based on the choreographers nostalgic recall of the Fastelavn (Shrovetide) celebrations on the island of Amager that he witnessed as child.  Something of a suburb of Copenhagen, Amager was home to a farming community that had originally emigrated from Holland and had, for several centuries, retained its Dutch dress and Dutch customs. (Today, Dutch names can still frequently be found among the areas residents, and the marvelous Amager Museum holds examples of the unique clothes and furnishings of the settlement.)

    In the ballet, a party of Copenhagen townies visits a farmhouse on Amager, where, as it happens, a squad of select upper-crust soldiers  has been stationed to guard the vulnerable coast against enemy bombardment.  Unfolding amidst the quotidian events of the scene is the bittersweet romance of a couple in midlifeEdouard, a womanizing husband, and his sorrowful but still loving wife, Louise.  (Bournonville based the character of Edouard on a real historical figure, Jean Baptiste Edouard Du Puyversatile musician, dashing soldier, and constantly inconstant lover.  He was known, with admiration and dismay, as the "Don Juan of the North.")  Saddened by the incessant amorous exploits of her philandering spouse, Louisea role for a ballerina with some history behind hertricks him, in a masked dance, into attempting to seduce her.  When they unmask, he comes to his senses and then, slowly and gravely, declares his lasting love for her.  You are the only one, he mimes, and, for the moment, both of them pretend to believe it.  This interchange is ingeniously embedded in an exuberant community dance that happily mixes young and old, elegant city dwellers and salt-of-the-earth farmers, folk dancing, classical dancing, and hectic carnival pageantry.  The reconciliation, which, Bournonville suggests, may or may not prove enduring, is effected at a moment when Edouard and Louise are the only two, on a stage crammed with boisterous revelers, who are standing still.
     
    In general, the new staging, by Anne Marie Vessel Schlter, is neither subtle nor sensitive enough.  Its marred, moreover, by an addition meant to explain matters when they need no explanationa dream sequence in which, to spell out Edouards proclivities, hes made to dance with a quartet of anonymous beauties in pink nighties.  The choreography devised for this segment is so banal as to be beyond comment.

    The new dcor and costumes by Karin Betz are even more unfortunate.  The city girls are dressed in a medley of persimmon, hotted-up pinks, and reds blatantly hostile to the eyes, while the Amager folk, whose actual native costume for women featured lavish embroidery in glowing tones, are garbed so as to emphasize the flat, uncompromising black, red, white, and blue of the clothes background.  Youd think, from the look of things, that the community embraced stringent denial rather than reflecting lifes richness.

    The dcor manages to be harsh and quaint at once, in the latter aspect much like a stylized picture postcard conveying a tourists greetings from Amager.  Betz goes wrong again by placing, upstage center, a huge painting of a rural landscape in summery flowering, while the communitys children are seen sledding and throwing snowballs.  The use of a picturethe kind you might hang on a wall, if you had the space and it werent so ineptis in itself disturbing.  Like the designer of the new, misconceived set for La Ventana, Betz has opted for indicating semi-abstractly what used to be represented realistically.  Please God, this does not indicate a trend. 

    If a ballet fully exists only in a current staging, its life depends equally on the current interpreters of its key roles andin the case of character partsof its minor roles as well.  The Kings Volunteers cast for the Bournonville Festival came nowhere near the richness of the cast for the first Festival in 1979, which still burns bright in my memory.  It featured the consumate dancer-actors Tommy Frishi, Kirsten Simone, and Lillian Jensenall from a genre of players that has traditionally given the RDB its distinctive luster and that nowadays seems ignored in favor of other concerns.

    True, in the present production, Silja Schandorff has made a credible start on the role of Louise, even if her mime is a shade too close to classical dancing, and Peter Bo Bendixen is adequate as Edouard, though, handsome and stalwart as he is, he doesnt radiate the sexual confidence of a born womanizer.  Simone, who offered a heart-rending Louise in 1979, now does a vivacious job as the grandmotherly rural hostessall housewifely bustle and robust appetite for life.  Two other company veterans, Poul-Erik Hesselkilde and Flemming Ryberg, are equally convincing in smaller roles.  But despite these individual efforts, the production doesnt cohere as a story that, however slight, can gather the power to move its witnesses to tears.  As a result, the inserted classical pas de troisfor dancers not involved in the storytakes on inordinate importance for the present-day audience, which responds more readily to bravura steps than it does to the deeper drama of emotional life.

    Photo:  Martin Mydskov Rnne:  Poul-Erik Hesselkilde, Mogens Boesen, Mette Bdtcher, Ulla Frederiksen, Kenn Hauge, and Kirsten Simone in August Bournonvilles The Kings Volunteers on Amager

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Monday, June 13, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 10

    Sylfider, Trolde og Linselus:  En Fotografisk Rejse i Bournonvilles Balletter (Sylphides and Trolls Caught in the Lens:  A Photographic Journey Through Bournonvilles Ballets) / Round Tower, Copenhagen / May 13 June 12, 2005

    Housed in Copenhagens Round Tower, Sylfider, Trolde og Linselus:  En Fotografisk Rejse i Bournonvilles Balletter (Sylphides and Trolls Caught in the Lens:  A Photographic Journey Through Bournonvilles Ballets) is a modest, pleasurable exhibition produced by the Royal Theatre and designed by Mia Okkels with the assistance of Kirsten Simone.  Organized by ballet, it traces each of the main extant Bournonville works through the casts that have enriched it over time.  The display feels like a family album, the family happening to be one of Denmarks most significant in the realm of culture.

    One way to look at this exhibition is to choose a single dancer and trace his or her career through the repertoire.  A number of the artists represented are first seen as mere children, since Bournonville created countless roles in his ballets for the RDB schools young students, to provide them with stage experience from their earliest years.  The late Kirsten Ralov, for example, appears here first in Konservatoriet, as little Fanny, the child of impoverished itinerant performers, who aspires to a place in the classical-dance academy.  Ralov went on to be a sparkling principal dancer and, subsequently, a teacher, a stager of Bournonvilles ballets, a company administrator, and the first to preserve the Bournonville Schools fully and formally.  Nilas Martins, who was to switch his allegiance to the New York City Ballet, can be seen as one of the children taking dance class with their elders (fulfilling Fannys dream, as it were) in a later production of the same ballet; hes the blond boy with the cherubic face and the gorgeous instep.
      
    Subsequent artistic directors of the RDB are shown in their dancing days:  Frank Andersen, the current incumbent, who has masterminded the third Bournonville Festival, and Henning Kronstam, under whose aegis the firstand stilll most gloriousBournonville Festival took place in 1979.  Both are dancers who stayed, as the company puts it.  The defectors to Balanchinethose who were tempted away from the Danish ballet early in their careersappear here too, on the stage that gave them their training:  Ib Andersen, Peter Martins, Nikolaj Hbbe.
     
    A number of actual families crop up:  Kirsten Ralov, married first to Brge Ralov and then to Fredbjrn Bjrnsson, all three indispensable to the Danish ballet in their time; the siblings Kirsten Simone and Flemming Ryberg, classical-dance stars in their heyday who have evolved into vivid, resourceful character dancers; father and daughter Niels Bjrn Larsen and Dinna Bjrn; as well as a three-generation group consisting of Peter Martins; his uncle, Leif rnberg; and his son (with Lise la Cour), Nilas.  Such clusters may seem to be of merely anecdotal interest, but I think they suggest something about the RDBs tight-knit nature and long-lived traditions.

    The pictures also capture history at the moment its being made.  A 1945 photo of Far from Denmark, showing Margot Lander and Brge Ralov in the leading roles, includes Kirsten Ralov and Margrethe Schanne as the two cadets, roles traditionally given (and, in this case, aptly) to a pair of young women whose promise is on the brink of fulfillment.

    As one might expect, the older photographs are the most resonant.  A shot of Gerda Karstens as the witch, Madge, in La Sylphide, towards the end of her career in 1952, and two of Niels Bjrn Larsen in the same role, one from 1957, another from the 1994-95 season, show you the glories of the past.  They also tell you what to look for in the role today:  a keenly observed persona that is physically and emotionally developed in detail and coupled with ferocity of projection.

    Two of the most striking images in the display record a pair of haunting embraces from La Sylphide.  One, from the 1966-67 season, shows the consummate danseur noble Henning Kronstam cradling the head of the dying Sylphide (Anna Lrkesen) as she falls back in his arms.  His face is a mask of sheer poetry, summing up love, longing, and loss in a single sublime moment.  In the other, from the 1979-80 season, Sorella Englund, as Madge, embraces Arne Villumsens half-fainting James from behind, inserting her face, all grinning malevolence, next to his as if she were some terrible twin to the beautiful man whose ruin she has helped Fate execute.  Viewers may notice that both Kronstams and Englunds hands echo what their faces express.  This congruityhalf instinctive, half consciously honedis something to look for in a performing artist likely to go down in the history books.
     
    Girding the real photographic history of Bournonvilles ballets at the center of this show is a series of photographs commissioned by the Royal Danish Ballet for its 2005 calendar.  It offers some dismaying evidence of how the company sees its future, how it intends to cope with making Bournonville appeal to a young generation of spectators who couldnt care less about the treasures of the past.  The photographer, Per Morton Abrahamsen, fancies himself a visual provocateur.  By his own admission, he knew next to nothing about Denmarks great nineteenth-century choreographer and his ballets before undertaking the assignment.  After the fact, apparently, he understands even less.  Nevertheless he produced a dozen mise-en-scenes in whichclaiming to modernize the tales told by the ballets, to free the action from, as he puts it, the repressions of Victorian pietyhe  trashes them with a vulgarity so cheap and superficial, it would make you laugh if only you werent crying.  (Lets assume the translator meant propriety.)  For the sake of fairness, let me add that, in a few cases, as in his response to sylphdom, Abrahamsen merely sentimentalizes his subject, in the manner of an ad for perfume.

    For the most part, the work reflects the cool young crowd at play, with lots of slick, noir eroticism, complete with criminal violence and conspicuously populated with victimized women.  One svelte-bodied beauty seems to have been raped.  Another is being flung out of a high window (grinning, mind you) into the dubious embrace of a firefighters net manned by a bunch of guys stripped to display their pecsif, indeed, by good or ill luck, she misses hitting the pavement below.  I forget which of Bournonvilles ballets these images purport to represent.  For Abdallah (think harem), Abrahamsen gives us the club scene, artfully streaked with fire and crowded with glossy bronzed bodies.  The available ladies are nude (breasts much in evidence, pubic area coyly turned away or airbrushed), while the sole gentleman (I use the word advisedly) keeps his shiny black boxers onfor fear, I guess, of offending some oldster who may still be hewing to Victorian hang-ups. 
     
    This exhibition also includes a collage of film and video taken from the archives of the Royal Theatre and arranged by Ida Wang Carlsen.  It was too dim to see the day I visited the Round Tower, so I must take its virtues on faith.  Its background music, co-opted from the scores of the Bournonville ballets, was inescapable.  I do wishin vain, I knowthat the fashion for augmenting visual exhibitions with sound scores of any kind would go away.  I am a slow looker (one of the few left on earth, no doubt), and it drives me to distraction to hear the same tape loop played over and over again while Im trying to see something.  I consoled myself for this aural abuse by walking the full route of the spiraling cobblestone ramp that winds through the Round Tower.  The roughness of the walkway and its just slightly precipitous pitch alert you to matters of texture and balance.  And, for the eyes delight, as you ascend or descend, you get glimpses of the gentle cityscape through the small deep-set windows that punctuate the towers rough white plaster walls.  The Round Tower is a simple and perfect exercise in architectural purity.  To experience ones body moving through this space is, especially for a dance fan, one of the myriad small but intense delights that Copenhagen has to offer.

    Photo:  Mydskov:  Anna Lrkesen and Henning Kronstam in August Bournonville's La Sylphide

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Sunday, June 12, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 9

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

    Bournonvilles Konservatoriet is known and loved both in Copenhagen and internationally for its Degas-like evocation of classes in the dance academy of the Paris Opera.  The young Bournonville had studied there in the 1820s, and this is his tributecreated in 1849, just after he had retired from performingto the scene and, by extension, to the French Romantic ballet.  Here, in a studio redolent with echoes of the past, ravishingand challengingenchanements (some of which we meet again in the Friday Class of the Bournonville Schools) are delivered in the charming context of a lesson that involves a ballet master, a pair of sisterly (or is it, ever so sweetly, rival?) ballerinas, a decorative small ensemble, and an appealing cluster of children being apprenticed to the stage. 

    This atmosphere-infused section, however, was only part of Bournonvilles original Konservatoriet.  It was set, in two parts, into a colorful, gaily rendered story in sit-com mode indicated by the ballets subtitle, A Marriage Proposal by Advertisement.  The full ballet was restored to the RDB repertory in 1995, from memory, by Kirsten Ralov and Niels Bjrn Larsen, who had danced in it as children in the 1930s.  The ebullient tale, destined to end happily, involves the Inspector of a dance academy whowithout youth, good looks, intelligence, or personal charm to recommend himseeks a wealthy wife through the personal columns and the gifted little dancing daughter of impoverished itinerant performers, who yearns to gain admittance to the heavenly world of classical dancing.  As a child, Ralov played the little girl, Fanny; Larsen had only a minor part, but hoped, in the fullness of time, to play the Inspector and so studied the role closely. 

    In its Festival performance, the dance academy sequence was well rendered by children, ensemble, and soloists alike.  It was here that I saw most clearly how the company has chosen to dance its Bournonville today.  Its a contemporary take on the old style that offers some gains and some truly regrettable losses.  In terms of technique, the dancing is conspicuously stronger and clearer than it was at the first Bournonville Festival in 1979; this is evident even in the childrens work, with no loss of the spirited quality that distinguishes the pupils of the RDB school.  The work of the adult dancers is bigger and bolder than it used to be, but increased precision and force have come at the sacrifice of some of the delicacy, buoyancy, and fluidity that once made Danish dancing so singular and delightful.  And of course, what with the RDBs repertory expanding to include more and more assignments entirely alien to the Bournonville style, it was inevitable that the dancers would no longer be able to dance their Bournonville as if nothing were more natural.  Still, looking at the work of Yao Wei (one of the lead women in Konservatoriet) and that of Gudrun Bojesen and Thomas Lund (just about everywhere else), you could hope that some happy reconciliation might yet be effected between the old ways and the new. 

    The anecdotal sections of Konservatoriet were, needless to say, dependent on the performers mime skills.  The stand-out here was Paul-Erik Hesselkilde in the role of the Inspector.  As is typical of the RDBs veteran mimes, Hesselkilde takes a large measure of responsibility for building his character, working from the basics the choreographer has outlined.  His Inspector is an aging, self-important, rather stupid fellow, decidedly short on human sympathy.  Hes rudely ungrateful to the faithful old housekeeper hed once promised to marry and curtly dismisses poor little Fanny because she cant pay for lessons.  Yet, as often happens with potential bad guys in Danish ballet, he turns out to be only foolish and, actually, rather sweet.  Hesselkilde is got up to look physically unprepossessing, rather Tweedledum/Tweedledee-ish, and he has devised a complementary fumbling manner for the Inspector that belies the characters superficial bluster.  The whole thing is done with a very quiet sense of humor.  This performance has absolutely nothing show-offy about it.  It simply grows on you until you come to sympathize with the character, who seems to have slipped out of a novel by Trollope.

    At the curtain calls for Konservatoriet, the company paid onstage tribute to Hesselkilde, who was celebrating his 40 years at the Theatrethough, mind you, hes in no way ready to retire.  The presentation of an outsize laurel wreath was duly accompanied by kind words, kisses and bear-hug embraces, floral and alcoholic offerings.  Immediately afterward, Hesselkilde was feted backstage in typical RDB fashion, with serious, touching speeches from top management and a sardonically funny one from a colleague; still more gifts; a screened excerpt from a past triumph (as a wry, idiosyncratic Drosselmeier in The Nutcracker); and a hilarious live takeoff on another of his signature rolesthe Eskimo dance from Far from Denmark.  But backstage is another story.

    Photo:  Martin Mydtskov Rnne:  Gitte Lindstrm, Thomas Lund, and Gudrun Bojesen in August Bournonville's Konservatoriet

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Saturday, June 11, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 8

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

    Some of the most wondrous dancing in the Bournonville Festival came not from the ballet-by-ballet excursion through the masters extant works on the Royal Theatres capacious, ornate Old Stage, but from a half dozen 45-minute sessions on the stark, small Strekassen stageone each for the six Bournonville Schools.  These set classes formed the backbone of the Danish dancers training from the end of the nineteenth century through the first three decades of the twentieth and are still revered (and used) as a lexicon of the Bournonville style.

    The classes, named for the days of the week and originally danced on the corresponding day (if were doing Wednesday Class, it must be Wednesday), were the work of Hans Beck, who led the Royal Danish Ballet from 1894 to 1915.  Fearing that the Bournonville legacy might be lost, he canvassed the older dancers personal memories of Bournonvilles teaching.  The Danes being, until our forget-everything times, compulsive recorders, many of the elders had made written notes of enchanements they had particularly admired ordespite their fiendish intricacyenjoyed doing.  These eventually came to be accompanied by tunes that, though mostly lowbrow in quality, had an undeniable dansant quality.  Augmenting this material with brief passages from the ballets, Beck made his compilations, which were then passed down, dancer to dancer, in the manner of oral literary tradition.  In 1979, the late Kirsten Ralov, after much consultation with the dancers of her own generation and the preceding one, gave the classes their first published formthe choreography set down in words as well as formal dance notation, plus the accompanying scores.  (This meticulous, exhaustive recording lacks only the naughty lyrics some of the male dancers devised to accompany the tunes, to relieve the boredom of executing the same exercises over and over again, from pupilhood to retirement.)

    The 2005 Bournonville Festival has been the occasion for an amplification of Ralov's project, with the enchanements reedited after further research and, most significant, a DVD on which one can see the dancers of today executing the material.  The importance of the visual component is enormous.  Dance scholars and teachers will no doubt benefit from reading the texts of the choreography, but dancers themselves live by watching and doing.  The gift of the material in embodied form is so generous as to constitute folly.  As one of the Danes associated with the project commented wryly, Would Carlsberg give out, almost for free, its recipe for beer?

    The Strekassen lecture-demonstrations of the Schools were led by Anne Marie Vessel Schlter, once a spirited demi-caractre dancer with the RDB and now the energetic head of its school, who celebrated her 40 years with the company during the Festival.  Her pithy introductions to the material were seconded by guest speakers whove had a lifetimes association with the Bournonville legacy, among them Flemming Ryberg, one of the companys senior Bournonville stylists; Erik Aschengreen, fondly called the dean of Danish dance critics; and the musicologist Ole Nrlyng.  Then, as is only right, the talking gave way to dancing.  On a given day, a lavish selection of the enchanements belonging to that days class were performed by a handful of company dancers and children from the schoolall as disarming in their modest demeanor as they are formidable in their prowess.

    This was Bournonville laid bare.  Without the support of story or scenography, here was the pure dance material, the ingenious combination of steps that excited the admiration of no less a dance master than Balanchine.  These are some of the things I noticed:

    First off, a pervasive buoyancy and musicality.  And then . . .

    Pirouettes of every sort, often taken with the working foot held demurely low, at the ankle, rather than the knee, as is now the custom.  Turns on half-toe for the women, who are now used to executing them on pointe.  These throwbacks to the past confront today's dancers with humbling challenges. 

    Small jumps adorned with flickering beats; huge sailing leaps with the back leg curved as if to outline a crescent moon.

    Whirling turns and straight-up jumps springing without hesitation from juicy deep knee-bends.

    Unusual shifts in balance; unexpected changes of direction; sly timing that keeps both dancer and viewer alert.

    Formidably long enchanements that zigzag through the space, incorporating everything but the kitchen sinkallegro and adagio; steps that make much of returning to a single spot on the dancing ground; others that skim over it in a diagonal path or shoot away from earth into the air; filigreed stuff suddenly splurging out into grand gestures; big moves returning to a home base that is all quiet composure.

    Shifts off the vertical on the ground and, uncannily, in the air.

    Unanticipated brief halts in the action so that the finish of a step is held in a frozen picture, revealing any flaw that ongoing action might kindly have concealed.

    And, while the legs and feet are so busy, a complementary use of the arms (often held low, still and relaxed), the shoulder girdle, and the headeven the eyes glance.  These tactics, called paulement, give the dancing its beautiful plasticity and its look of sculpture that has miraculously taken on flesh and breath.

    The intention throughout is to execute the killer combinations (altogether there are some 150 of them) with playful grace, so that the spectators impression will not be that of an amazingly built physical machine attempting the impossible but, simply, one of danseglde, the joy of movement.  Buy the DVD and its accompanying book and try it.

    Photo:   Henrik Stenberg:  Caroline Cavallo, Mads Blangstrup, and Gudrun Bojesen in Friday Class from the Bournonville Schools.

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Friday, June 10, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 7

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

    Bournonvilles Far from Denmark is a seemingly frivolous, trifling ballet about life at sea, but its anchored by poignant feeling.  The Danish navy, from grizzled veterans to barely adolescent apprentices, finds itself harbored in Argentinaone of the exotic Elsewheres of Bournonvilles imaginationwhere passions are given a brief holiday from the decorum of Danish conduct.  Though he has a fiance (whom we never see) waiting for him back home, Wilhelm, a young lieutenant, succumbs to the seductions of Rosita, a South American belle.  By turns languorous and fiery, she's something of a man collector as well, though she has her own local steady beau, predictably hot-tempered in his jealousy.  Mind you, this is Bournonville, so Wilhelms infatuation with Rosita never goes beyond flirtation.  The Danish sailors invite the Argentineans to an evening ball on board their ship, where the two cultures mutually offer gracious respect and homegrown entertainment.  In the course of the hectic festivities, Wilhelm realizes where his heart truly lies.  When the visitors depart, the Danish sailors let loose in a succession of shenanigans frat partyers might indulge in if they were given to dancing and happened to have a chest of outlandish costumes handy.

    The story, with its themes of loyaltyfidelity in love, patriotic fervorunfolds, largely in mime balanced by social and character dance, in the most leisurely, relaxed manner imaginable.  It juxtaposes the gentlest of sentimentslove of the familiar and of the exotic, longing for what one has lost or will never havewith rough, raucous humor.  To say that it is typically Danish would be redundant.

    A word to the p.c. police:  Youre warned to stay away from this ballet, because once you see it, youll feel obliged to shut it down.  The Argentinean upper class it represents, entirely Caucasian, is served by mulatto servants rendered as garish caricatures.  The tolerant will view this as an aspect of vintage theatrical convention.  Others will be understandably appalled, embarrassed, insulted, even outraged.  The fact that, in its second half, the ballet makes gross fun of a handful of other non-dominant communitiesEskimo, Native American, Chineseand, perhaps, in the various uses of cross-dressing, of non-standard sexual preferences as well, doesnt help any.  While the viewer is in exasperated mode, he or she might care to note, moreover, that the only black faces in the Royal Danish Ballets productions owe their existence to the deeper hues of pancake makeup.

    My own main complaint about the present production is that it looks as if the company has lost confidence in the ballet.  The dancers dont seem to inhabit their characters, to knowor to be interested inwho they are.  (Mads Blangstrup is certainly the right Romantic type for Wilhelm, but he doesnt seem to have invested enough imagination or energy in the role.)  Whats more, there hasnt been much perspicacity in the casting.  (Marie-Pierre Greve makes a pretty Rosita but not an alluring one.)  The practice of using senior members of the company to add an important social dimension and a gracious dignity to the shipboard party has been abandoned.  (The presence of the elders may now be thought a minor concern, yet Ill never forget Lillian Jensen, playing one of these roles in her sixties, dancing gravely and just being there.)

    The once-tender elements of the ballet are no longer properly realized. The piquantly matched pair of cadets (young women playing young men) exaggerate their pertness, rather than delivering the sweet melancholy thats required in the scene in which one of them gets a letter from home and the other doesnt.  Another key moment barely registersthe one in which, despite the formal hands-across-the-sea courtesies between the Danes and the Argentineans, a  young naval recruit, barely into his teens, impetuously comes forward to kneel before the Danish flag and reverently kiss its hem.  The ethnic dances, for the most part, lack the raw energy, the gleeful abandon in the absurd portrayals, and, most significant, the irony at which the Danes are so expert.

    The diminished Far from Denmark demonstrates, once again, the fact that the company is no longer as eloquent in mime as it once was.  The current production of this ballet suggests, further, that it no longer finds yesteryears forms of theater as compelling as it once did.  This development was inevitable, I suppose, but it bodes no good for the Bournonville repertory.

    Photo:  Martin Mydtskov Rnne:  Marie-Pierre Greve in August Bournonvilles Far from Denmark

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Thursday, June 9, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 6

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

    While the Bournonville Festival is dedicated to presenting the complete extant repertory choreographed by the master, with Abdallah the Royal Danish Ballet has also made room for some faux-Bournonville. 

    This ballet does not claim to be part of what the Danes call the living traditionworks that have been passed down in an unbroken line from generation to generation of RDB artists.  Choreographed in 1855, Abdallah was decidedly not a hit with either the critics or the public, and by 1858 it was off the boards.  Apparently, viewers thought it contained too much pure dancingironically the very element to which todays step-hungry public is perfectly willing to sacrifice the balancing element of mime.

    What were looking at in 2005 is an ingenious and effervescent, if not entirely satisfying, latter-day concoction brought into being by Bruce Marks, an American dancer who did a stint with the Royal Danish Ballet; his wife, the Danish ballerina Toni Lander Marks; and Flemming Ryberg, a principal dancer and mime with the RDB and an incisive Bournonville stylist.  This resourceful little committee based its production on Bournonvilles telling but incomplete choreographic notations in the musical score, preserved in the Royal Library.  The three shaped and augmented that information with their own rich knowledge of the extant Bournonville repertory and keen theatrical savvy about what might attract a contemporary audience.  The modern Abdallah was given its premiere in 1985 in Salt Lake City, Utah, by Ballet West, where Bruce Marks was artistic director.  It entered the RDB repertory the following year.

    As its title suggests, Abdallah is an Arabian Nights taleravishingly decorated in that vein by the late scenographer Jens-Jacob Worsaae.  Its set in Iraq, and its opening actwhich features a barrage of Bournonville-style dancesis further churned up by a bit of regime change.  The poor shoemaker, Abdallah (a fellow of very few brains but infinite ingenuous appeal) courts the local reigning beauty, Irma.  He succeeds in winning her heart, though not that of her virago of a mother whod hoped for a more prosperous match.  Suddenly the town is turned upside down by an armed band trying to get rid of the local sheik.  Abdallah saves the rulers life and is duly rewarded with a five-branched candelabra that will grant him the desires so common to raw male youth they are almost excusablewine, women, and upscale luxury.  All this will be his, provided he observes the admonition to leave the last candle unlit.  Abdallah gets his desired change of wardrobe and interior decoration, a slew of servants at his beck and call, and a whole harem of gently seductive lovelies.  With these ladies he enjoys a modest dancing orgy until, in drunken abandon, he lights the forbidden candle and is reduced to his former impoverished state, having lost his true love as well.  Needless to say, matters are patched up in the final act, with the sheik playing deus ex machina to ensure that the happily reconciled couple begins married life with a lavish dowry and that the scolding mom-in-law is removed from the scene via a trap door concealed by a curtain of flame.

    The dancing was capable throughout and, in several cases, particularly distinguished, from the crystal-clear execution of young Tobias Praetorius, playing an impudent little slave boy, to the technical aplomb and ingratiating personality of Morten Eggert in the title role.  Among the women, Yao Wei, recently made a soloist, seemed to have taken it upon herself, single-handed, to revive the type of the nineteenth-century Bournonville ballerina.  She looks like an exquisite porcelain figurine brought to life, precise and delicate in her movement, sweetly shy in her personality.  Born and trained in China, shes the perfect example in a company that now, of necessity, includes many non-Danes, of the fact that Bournonville dancing is not the exclusive province of the natives.  It can also be mastered through an affinity that is aestheticperhaps spiritual as well.

    How the Danes bring this production off, I dont know.  Thinkers and sophisticates would surely dismiss it as idiotic.  The story is trite and not rendered particularly magical in this telling.  The moral weight Bournonville managed to invest in even the slightest, most frivolous subjects (as in his Kings Volunteers on Amager) is absent herein part, perhaps, because Abdallah has not yet been enriched by decade after decade of dancers putting themselves into the roles.  Whats more, the streams of enchanements, taken together, are nearly stultifying, though any one solo, duet, quinteteven single choreographic phrasesmay be ingenious, exciting admiration and pleasure.  Its just that its impossible to watch that much of that sort of thing; the eye simply flags.  And yet the companywith its indefatigable quicksilver feet, its charm, and its unforced communal desire to pleasedoes bring it off, making you feel, even as your good sense is crying out, Enough!  Enough!, that youve somehow been delighted.

    For the record:  The score, by Bournonvilles most frequent musical collaborator, H.S. Paulli, will sound strangely familiar at times, even to audience members new to Abdallah.  Hans Beck, the RDBs ballet master from 1894 to 1915, appropriated stretches of it to add variations to the cascade of ebullient dancing already present in the celebratory closing act of Napolianother instance in whichthough its heresy to say it, I suspect less might have been more.

    Photo:  Martin Mydtskov Rnne:  Morten Eggert and Haley Henderson in August Bournonvilles Abdallah

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Wednesday, June 8, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 5

    Digterens Teaterdromme:  H.C. Andersen og Teatret (The Poets Theater Dreams:  Hans Christian Andersen and the Theater) / Det Kongelige Bibliotek, Den Sorte Diamant (Royal Library, The Black Diamond), Copenhagen / March 11 October 22, 2005

    Digteren og Balletmesterens Luner:  H.C. Andersens og Bournonvilles Brevveksling (The Caprices of the Poet and the Ballet Master: The Correspondence of Hans Christian Andersen and August Bournonville) / Det Kongelige Bibliotek, Den Sorte Diamant (Royal Library, The Black Diamond), Copenhagen / June 2005

    Europaeeren Bournonville:  En udstilling om balletmesteren, kunstneren og ndsmennesket (Bournonvillethe European:  August Bournonvilleballet-master, choreographer and theorist) / Strekassen, Copenhagen / May 30 June 12, 2005

    The indefatigable research librarian Knud Arne Jrgensen has mounted no fewer than three exhibitions in connection with the bicentennial celebration of the birth of August Bournonville and Hans Christian Andersen, colleagues in art and friends as well.

    The most comprehensiveand enchantingof these shows is Digterens Teaterdromme:  H.C. Andersen og Teatret (The Poets Theater Dreams:  Hans Christian Andersen and the Theater) at The Black Diamond, the ultra-modernistic branch of the Royal Library, an immense, thrusting black glass shape that seems to cleave space to look out over the water.

    It goes without saying that Andersen is best known for his stories. (If you dont know the great ones in their original form, stop reading this article immediately, please, and go to here for The Ice Maiden or here for The Snow Queen.  The simpler talesThe Ugly Duckling, The Little Match Girl, even The Red Shoesthat you met with when you were very young consisted, in all likelihood, of dumbed-down retellings.)  But Andersen succumbed to the lure of the theater very early in his childhood and aspired to become part of that world, which he considered, quite simply, a realm of magic and ecstasy.  To this end, he made various attempts to take his place in it through acting and dancing, though performance was clearly not his mtier.  More fittingly, he wrote for it, eventually with considerable success.  In the course of these efforts, he collaborated with Bournonville on several occasions.

    Jrgensen, who characteristically operates in an orderly, thoroughgoing mode, has arranged the wealth of his chosen material in distinct categories.  These begin, most usefully, with a survey of the theater, both classical and popular, in Andersens time (in other words, the world Andersen hoped to enter) and photographs of the creative and interpretive artists who inhabited it.  Then we seethrough manuscripts, programs, the writers irresistibly ingenuous sketches, and the likeAndersens own creations for that world.  The Andersen-Bournonville connection is brought to life through letters the two exchanged, ballet libretti and scores, costume designs, actual costumes, photographs of executed scenography, andbest of alltoy theater set-ups.  The obligatory personal objects belonging to Andersen are also there for the oglingthe ivory paperknife, the porcelain inkwell in the form of a shipthough I must say I find the small daily possessions of dead artists a macabre (or is it ludicrous?) means of invoking them.  For me, the most revealing item among these artifacts was Andersens personal photo album.  Its occupied not by images of family or ordinary friends from assorted trades and professions, as are your album and mine, but by portraits of the artists, dead or living, whom he considered his soul mates.  If all this werent enough, there is the pair of human-height panels from a folding screen that Andersen collaged and that he gazed at from his bed in the last year of his life.  Called Childhood and Theatre, the panels are haunting studies of Andersens singular vision of those aspects of his being.  Freud would have had a field day with them.
     
    One neednt travel to Copenhagen before October 22 to relish this treasure trove of material.  The armchair traveler need only go here to experience it close-up and in astonishing detail.  He or she should be sure to seize the opportunity the site offers to enlarge the images, which are so well photographed they seem uncannily realtelling, in the manner of Andersen himself, an extraordinarily vivid and resonant tale.

    The genius of this exhibition, experienced in situ, is that it takes a multitude of small objects that need to be looked at closely, one after another (a surefire recipe for tedium), and creates for them a worldone that reflects Andersens unique imaginationin which they can cohere.  Jan de Neergaard, a well-known designer for the stage, is its architect.  He has fashioned a theatrically dark, compact space and, working with panels pierced with shapes borrowed from Andersens fanciful paper-cuttings, has created a fence that separates the familiar reality the visitor is leaving from the intriguing, perhaps slightly dangerous fantasy hes being tempted to enter.  Inside, this wary yet willing guest must thread through cunning half-secret curving passageways, his orientation pleasantly dislocated by a crazy-quilt patterned floor, some of its segments mirrored. Everywhere, the mysterious gloom is illuminated by pinpoint lights that allow him to discover the exhibitions wonders.  At the center of this space lies an improvised theateran oval with a dozen chairs visitors can shift at whimwhere, onscreen, a wise professor with the kindliest voice in the world (think of a grandmother with a Ph.D.) narrates (alas, only in Danish) the marvelous tale of Andersens life and achievement.  As a whole, this inspired environment suggests a childs playhouse, where, without forsaking a fragile tether to reality, dreams and illusions may be granted full sway.
     
    Curiously, the biographical tale this show tells reveals an Andersen far happier and self-confident, his career unfurling in a calm, logical, almost inevitable course, than the Andersen contemporary scholarship portrayswith its early miseries, its continuing frustrations and self-doubt.  In many ways, this halcyon picture relates to Mit Livs Eventyr (published in English translation as The Fairy Tale of My Life), the autobiography the poet, for so we must call him, wrote to portray himself as he wished the world to see him.  Both views of Andersen, of coursethe full spectrum of wretchedness to ecstasyare there for all to see in his stories.

    Jrgensen has supplemented this ambitious exhibition with a smallits confined to a single wide vitrinebut enticing display called Digteren og Balletmesterens Luner:  H.C. Andersens og Bournonvilles Brevveksling (The Caprices of the Poet and the Ballet Master:  The Correspondence of Hans Christian Andersen and August Bournonville).  The title is a play on Amor og Balletmesterens Luner (usually translated as The Whims of Cupid and the Ballet Master), the only ballet by Vincenzo Galleotti, the Royal Danish Ballets first important choreographer, that the company still performs.

    The display samples the exchange of letters between Andersen, the stage-struck storyteller, and Bournonville, the Dane who made the most profound contribution to the realm of classical dancing.  The Royal Library holds 59 of the pairs letters, ranging in time from 1837 to just before Andersens death in 1875.  In this richly productive period of both artists lives, Jrgensen reports, they wrote to each other of matters aesthetic, professional, and personal. 

    The original manuscripts of three letters are presented here.  The sight of them quickens the heart, making all the tales one has heard of the connection between the two artists seem, somehow, truer.  The words, handwritten in ink now brown with age, on paper with a highly tactile quality, seems to speakeven if you cant decipher the elegant nineteenth-century orthography, let alone the Danish language.  Though the letters, sadly, arent translated here, labels inform us that one of Bournonvilles was composed on the occasion of Andersens 62nd birthday, and that the one from Andersen was written when the choreographer was in Vienna in 1856, staging a production of what has become his signature ballet, Napoli.  Jrgensen also offers these complementary/complimentary quotations from the correspondence:  You are a poet and I put much in this small word! (Andersen to Bournonville, 1841); You interest, entertain, and move.  You convince and give strength, one cannot request more from a poet (Bournonville to Andersen, 1862).  Jrgensen has annotated and introduced the complete correspondence for imminent publication by Gyldendal.

    The letters are supplementedin the vitrine and, more extensively, in the bookwith several reproductions of Andersens intricate, whimsical paper-cuttings that feature ballet motifs.  One of them creates two rakish mirror-imaged dancing men in suits, blithely perched on the wings of a tolerant pair of swans.  Another shows a proscenium stage seemingly made of cloth, topped with a ghostly hooded human head; it frames a pair of matchstick-limbed ballerinas in Romantic tutus, dancing in the shade of some generic scenographic foliage.  One might claim that Andersen was choreographing with his scissors.  He himself said, Cutting out paper, that is the beginning of writing.

    As most of us have discovered, with the Internets rabid expansion, there are some things that of necessity used to be experienced in public, and standing upsuch as routine shoppingthat are actually better accomplished privately, sitting down, in a place and time of ones choice.  Such is certainly the case with Jrgensens third exhibition, Europaeeren Bournonville:  En udstilling om balletmesteren, kunstneren og ndsmennesket (Bournonvillethe European:  August Bournonvilleballet-master, choreographer and theorist).  It is currently enjoying a brief life as an illustrated text on a group of hanging panels in the lobby of the Royal Theatres Strekassen, a gloomy venue for small productions that is interesting to architecture buffs for its Art Deco style.  But it achieves a fuller and more accessible (to say nothing of ongoing) existence not, as with the Theatre Dreams show, on the Internet, which guarantees seemingly eternal life, but in the form of a handsomely produced booklet.  This publication, which shares its name with the exhibition, offers an expanded text in both Danish and English (the Strekassen panels are English-only) and realizes the well-chosen illustrations even more beautifully.

    Jrgensens text places Bournonvillewhose ballets seem to us today so quintessentially Danishin the wider spectrum of his European heritage; his considerable travels to further his knowledge of his art (beginning with his youthful training in Paris); and the Mediterranean setting of several of his ballets (notably Italy, for Napoli, Flanders for Kermesse in Bruges, and Spain for La Ventana).  It also explores the continental scope of the choreographers intellectual and theoretical pursuits.  Bournonvilles place in the dance world, Jrgensen argues, was never merely local during his lifetime.  He connected assiduously to a wider cultural domain.  Since his death, his influence has continued to expand to worlds far from Denmark, the home base he continued to love with touching patriotic fervor.

    As demonstrated by the two larger of these exhibitions, Jrgensens work exemplifies a welcomeand long overduesurge of scholarly investigation of the Bournonville phenomenon that is no longer confined to those who, by Fates maverick decree, can read Danish.   

    2005 Tobi Tobias
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Tuesday, June 7, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 4

    Royal Danish Ballet: Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Its been almost two years since I wrote about the Royal Danish Ballets La Sylphide in these pages. The occasion was the premiere of the new productionby Nikolaj Hbbeof the celebrated work. Having just seen that staging in the Festival, with nearly all the principals from the original cast, I find that my response to it now is very close to my response then. So, asking my readers indulgence, I refer them to my earlier essay. 

    Since its premiere, Hbbes production has amplified its already considerable dramatic power. The entire first acteven the communal reel, which traditionally relied on folk-dance charmsurges forward, just short of melodrama, from one compelling event to another, as if the characters were speeding along a roadway from which there was no escape. This salutary take on the material has the effect of moving it from a familiar past tense to a gripping present one.

    Gudrun Bojesen and Thomas Lund have matured in the roles of the Sylphide and James. Bojesen has, as was inevitable, left the dewy innocence of her early career behind her. Now more womanly, shes positively incandescent, and her Sylphide tempts James away from his bourgeois existence into the ecstatic unknown more as a dangerous siren than as an ethereal spirit. Lund, whose technique, like Bojesens, is surer than ever, has boldly continued down the path of spontaneity and sincerity in his acting. He doesnt simply believe in his role; he is Jameslost in dreams, perpetually confused as they begin to materialize, and finally spurred to the decisive action that will be his tragic undoing. One of the most shocking and novel effects between Lunds James and Bojesens Sylphide comes when, frustrated by her luring him on while refusing to let him touch herthat is, possess herhe forcibly binds her to him with the scarf the witch has poisoned, covers her bosom with kisses, and thus destroys her. The action, which looks like a rough embrace, registers as a rape.

    Both Lund and Nicolai Hansen, as Jamess more down-to-earth rival, Gurn, did themselves proud in the famous back-to-back solos of the first act with high-charged, space-eating dancing that nevertheless remained buoyant, musical, and immaculate in matters of shape and articulation. In the second act, where the Sylphide introduces James into her own worldnature at its loveliest and most hauntedhis dancing became increasingly heroic while hers shifted between an airy quality increasing until she seemed well-nigh impalpable and a seductiveness that fleetingly echoed the malevolence of the witch. 

    Lis Jeppesens portrayal of Madge has grown more solid physically, but it still lacks adequate emotional depth and conviction. The witch is as significant a character in the ballet as the Sylphide and James; to portray her superficially inevitably lessens the works impact. In the small mime role of Anna, Kirsten Simone provided a stunning moment when, her son James having jilted her niece, Effy, she gives the young woman permission to decide if she will marry Gurn, decidedly a second choice. As Effy thinks it over (and, being a practical girl, appears ready to accept whats available to her), Simones face becomes a mask of sorrow, that of a mother mourning an irremediable loss.

    Simone was giving her last performance in the role, her last in the ballet, in which she has, in her time, played both Sylphide and witch. At 70, Simone has reached the age when even the hardiest of the Danish dancers retire from the stage, so these days her appearances are in the nature of farewells. She took her La Sylphide curtain call hand in hand with the featherweight feisty-spirited little girl entrusted with the featured childrens role in the show. The pair made an emblem of continuity. Rooted as the Royal Danish Ballet is in tradition, in renewal unequivocally dependent upon its links to the past, one could not wish the company anything better than this.

    Accompanying Kermesse in Bruges on opening night and, later in the week, La Sylphide, was a new production of La Ventana (The Window). Though its a short, unassuming ballet, its memorable for two set pieces: the Seoritas dance with her mirror image and a pas de trois for nameless figures up to some serious technical high jinx. The trio, which can be successfully performed out of context (as it is in the New York City Ballets Bournonville Divertissements), does nothing to further the plot, which is negligible anyway. The piece is essentially a bagatelle, all situation without the conflict-requiring-resolution that would make for drama. Its simply an occasion for demonstrating technical panache under a gossamer veil of grace and, of course, in its Seorita and Seor, personal allure and panache.

    The challenges of the pas de trois are fiendish, among them simultaneous unsupported pitched arabesques for the two women, and fleet, intricate batterie for the man. The Seoritas dance revives a venerable theatrical trick of having a well-matched pair of dancers reflect each others moves so accurately, the viewer is tempted to think the reflection couldnt possibly be flesh and blood. The trick is augmented by the having the lady and her double turn their backs to each other several times, so that theyre bringing off the feat blind, so to speak. The rest of the ballet is charming but genericthe Danes being Spanish. The Seorita, rightly played, is a mix of sweetness and allure.

    The new production of the piece has been mounted by a pair who have been with the RDB since childhood: Frank Andersen, presently the companys artistic director, and his wife, Eva Kloborg, now a character dancer and a teacher in the school. These two have certainly got history on their side, but their new staging has three things wrong with it: Christian Friedlnders new set; a pointless prologue thats been tacked on to Bournonvilles choreography; and dancing that, despite the usual Danish spirit and charm, is only fitfully Bournonvillean in style.

    Instead of the traditional set showing the Seoritas boudoir (a private space) and, subsequently, the courtyard beneath her boudoir window (a public space, to which the lady moves to meet her lover and their friendsthe pas de trois folks and a vivacious little ensembleonly after weve gotten to know her), Friedlnder first gives us a humongous painting in the style of Old Spain depicting, at one remove, so to speak, a bustling nineteenth-century courtyard. In front of this painting, Andersen and Kloborg have set a mini-prologue that introduces, in brief inconsequential solos, first the spirited, captivating Seorita, then her duly ardent admirer, the Seor. This accomplished (for no reason that I can fathom; Bournonville understood that we shouldnt meet the Seor until we were intimate with the lady), the painting flips around to reveal an unconvincing boudoir that surrounds the all-important curtained mirror with a museum-like wall of paintings. Why, I wonder, would a beauty be putting the finishing touches on her toilette in an overcrowded room at the Prado? Most baffling is the fact that this boudoir-in-the-abstract has no window from which the lovely lady, preparations for her rendezvous completed, can throw a rose down to the courtyard where her lover eagerly awaits her, not for a secret tryst but accompanied by the liveliest of crowds.

    Alternating as the Seorita in the two Festival performances, Gitte Lindstrm and Izabela Sokolowska, were both radiant with erotic promise, the latter, just elevated to soloist rank from the ensemble, irresistibly so. The dancing, from principals through ensemble, was animated throughout, though in the main both Seoritas and Seors seemed to be operating in what the Danes call the International Style, by which they mean post-Bournonvillemore like, say, the polyglot manner in which American Ballet Theatre performs. Diana Cuni, one of the women in the second-cast pas de trois, achieved the single fully Bournonvillean moment in her solo, where suddenly the venerable technique, with its great beauty and even greater challenges, looked not like something dutifully learned in the classroom and conscientiously practiced in performance, but like gorgeously shaped movement blessed with the air of improvisation, it was so buoyant and free. Bournonville always insisted on danseglde (the joy of dancing), and this was it.

    Photo: Martin Mydtskov Rnne: Gudrun Bojesen in the title role of August Bournonvilles La Sylphide

    2005 Tobi Tobias
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Monday, June 6, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 3

    Royal Danish Ballet:  Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

     

     

     

     

    Having boldly opened its Bournonville Festival with two new productionsof Kermesse in Bruges and La Ventanathe Royal Danish Ballet devoted its second night to a traditional staging of Napoli, the ballet it accurately terms its calling card.  The curtain went up on the familiar vibrant panorama of a mid-nineteenth-century  Italian quayside packed to the hilt with all manner of colorfully dressed peopleearthy locals, street vendors, clergy, wealthy tourists, the neighborhoods kidsbustling about on their own agendas, singly and in tight-knit clusters, yet forging an entirely cohesive whole that symbolized the richness of life lived, spontaneously, to the hilt.  Ive seen Napoli danced dozens of times, but it was as if Id forgotten how very wonderful this ballet is, and I fell for it all over again.

    The Danes themselves are the first to say that their Royal Ballet reserves its best efforts for grand occasions like premieres, galas, and festivalsespecially when having lots of foreign visitors in the house adds to the excitement.  From my own experience, both in Copenhagen and in the States, Id say there may be some truth in this.  Yes or no, this was as full-blooded a rendition of Napoli as one could hope for, its only dampening feature the ever-problematic second act.  This midsection of the ballet takes place in the underwater kingdom of the Blue Grotto, ruled by a sea demon given to changing nubile young women into naiads.  (The ballets heroine, Teresina, on the cusp of marrying her fisherman boyfriend, is threatened with this fate.)  Despite a cool, hypnotic atmosphere that makes a useful dramatic contrast with the two sunny, ebullient acts surrounding it, the Blue Grotto episode was tepid, its held, even in Bournonvilles original version.  It has continued to discourage the viewers enthusiasm with tedious stretchesmostly in the ensemble workin subsequent attempts at revision.  The current production uses Dinna Bjrns version, which is probably the best effort made in living memory.  Still, torn between respect for genteel nineteenth-century dance conventions and a desire to make psychological sense of the action, it fails to be definitive.

    Acts I and III, however, went from strength to strength, steps and phrases clear, beautifully shaped, musically rendered, and informed with bubbling energy.  A communal confidence and elation among the dancers seemed to grow and grow until, in the pas de six and tarantella, a veritable torrent of dancing that climaxes the third act, the performance reached that let-joy-be-unconfined state that can only occur spontaneously, among artists who have been working at it together for years.

    Napoli is a cornucopia of dancing both classical and folk.  Tina Hjlund and Thomas Lund were terrific in the leading roles of Teresina and Gennaro.  Lund, who looks like a character dancer and has, indeed, made a fine start on such roles (playing Geert in Kermesse in Bruges, for example), also happens to be the most adept Bournonville stylist on the male side of the RDB roster.  On this occasion, he coupled perfection of technique with acting so observant in its detail, so guileless and deep in its feeling, you wished Bournonville himself could see how this faithful heir was tending his legacy.

    Hjlund, who combines delicious looks and wiles with a penchant for hot-tempered roles, was perfectly cast as Teresina.  Though she hasnt been awarded the official rank of principal dancer, shes one of the most interesting, gifted, and unusual performing artists in the companya natural mover and dramatic to the core.  Sometimes I imagine her doing Lynn Seymours roles (say Frederick Ashtons Six Dances in the Manner of Isadora Duncan), sometimes Nora Kayes (Hagar in Tudors Pillar of Fire, in particular).
     
    The pas de six, one of the ballet repertoires grandest occasions for dancing, was peopled by stars (Gudrun Bojesen, the most typically Danish of the companys ballerinas; Caroline Cavallo; Gitte Lindstrom; Mads Blangstrup; and Andrew Bowmanand one possible star in the making, Femke Mlbach Slot, a diminutive young woman with a piquant face and long limbs that imprint bold calligraphy on the air. 

    Among the slew of character dancers that the ballet features, I especially enjoyed the work of Jette Buchwald, who makes a salty Veronica, the mom who tries to get her daughter to marry rich, then succumbs to the persuasions of true young love, and of Flemming Ryberg, who creates a duly amusing yet etched-in-acid Lemonade Seller.

    All of the ensemble work was distinguished for its energy, precision, and intense desire to please.  For this, surely, the companys regisseurs should share in the glory due to the dancers.

    My main reservation about the present staging has to do with the rushed pace at which the score is now played.  Allegro passages are taken so fast that the mime, of necessity, has grown smaller, lighter, and sketchier.  In the past few years, its become more like careless throwaway pedestrian gesturethe physical vocabulary of ordinary lifethan a theatrical language that has weight and meaning, one that is an imperative foil to the danced passages in Bournonville when the ballets are presented in their full-length form.  With the mimed conversations conducted at top speed, the ostensible listening party has no time to listen before responding.  After weve seen our heroine embark on a midnight sail with her fianc in his fishing boat and witnessed the subsequent furious, lightning-laced storm (meteorologic turbulence indicating dramatic furor), the fearful answer Out there on the water! from a person in the crowd comes before anothers desperate question Oh, God, where is she?and its importhas been absorbed.  No wonder the audience is at sea. 

    This flaw affects most of the ballets, not just Napoli, and it is a grave one.  Capable of remedy, yes, but only if the company is willing to reconsider its attitude toward the mime element in the Bournonville ballets and entertain the idea that, in this area, older ways are best.  There is a senior generation of RDB dancerssome retired, some still performing character roleswho remember how it used to be.  Might they not be summoned to transmit this essential aspect of Bournonville to their successors before it disappears?

    Photo:  Martin Mydtskov Rnne:  Tina Hjlund and Thomas Lund in August Bournonville's Napoli

    2005 Tobi Tobias
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Sunday, June 5, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 2

    Tyl & TrikotBournonvilles Balletkostumer / Nationalmuseet, Copenhagen / May 14-June 12, 2005

     

     

     

     

    An essential part of the Bournonville Festival now under way in Copenhagen is the plethora of exhibitions mounted all around townand in some outlying, Bournonville-associated, districts as well. These shows complement the thrill, the rush, and the essentially ephemeral nature of the Royal Danish Ballet's stage productions with a contemplative consideration, in various aspects, of the master choreographer's work. Faithful readers of SEEING THINGS, knowing my love for costume, onstage as well as off, will understand why I chose to discuss threads first.

    Curated by the theater historian Viben Bech, Tyl & TrikotBournonvilles Balletkostumer (think of it in English as Tutus & Tights) has all the right ideas. Even the posters for the show that you encounter as you enter the fabulous National Museum (a Viking-rich contender among the world's top natural history institutions) tell their story well. One poster shows a man's costume; the other, a woman's. Both images are blurred, as if they've been set in whirling motion by the dancers inhabiting them. Then, just before you enter the exhibition itself, you can examine a quartet of three-dimensional mock-ups of the scenography for the Royal Theatre's Bournonville productions, including the strikingly stark, half-abstract one just created for Kermesse in Bruges by Rikke Juellund. These maquettes can be viewed not only from the front but also from both sides, as if you were scoping out the stage from the wings.

    After this prologue, you enter a vast room, darkened as if for performance, down-lights illuminating just the things you need to see and shutting out, as performance at its best does, whatever is extraneousin other words, the distracting particulars of the so-called real world. The display seemed so rich, I cautiously started on its periphery. Lining three walls of the space are still photos of the Bournonville ballets that date back to the very start of the twentieth century and record, in close-up, what the choreographer's unforgettable characters wore over the decades. Often, images of the same moments in a given ballet, as performed in different eras, are displayed side by side, allowing you to seedistinctly, incontrovertiblythe evolution of the costuming. You can compare, say, what Eleonore and her Carelis wore in Kermesse in Bruges for their pas de deux of shy yet ardently escalating young love in 1900 and then in 1966 or how the cadets in Far from Denmark (traditionally played by a contrasting pair of soubrette-type girls piquantly masquerading as naval youths) were fitted out in 1866 and 2004. The surprising conclusion these comparisons offer is proverbial: the more things change, the more they remain the same. Costumes for Bournonville, from his time to our time, tend to show more family resemblance than they do difference. Periods in which rebellious experiment produced radical changes (as is happening right now with Kermesse in Bruges), were often followed by a "corrective" return to more conservative design, as if Bournonville's visualization of his ballets still had considerable power. A footnote, as it were: The photos also provide a telling indication of how the pointe shoe has evolved. Indeed, you could spend a rapt hour with these images, studying the footgear alone and inferring from it a good deal about the ongoing development of the dancers' technique.

    A fourth wall is devoted to costume designers' sketches, including the watercolors of today's Danish queen, Margrethe II, for both the uncouth trolls and the soulful hero of A Folk Tale. (Just the other day, a dancer acquaintance of mine reported that Queen Margrethe was at the dress rehearsal of the ballet she designed, "making sure that all the hats were on straight.") A good many of these sketches, done primarily for practical reasons (some even have swatches of the fabric to be used appended to them), are also pleasing examples of the illustrator's art. I especially admired those of Edvard Lehmann, contemporary with Bournonville, and those of Lars Juhl, from the last quarter of the twentieth century.

    And then you come to the beating heart of the exhibitionangled rows upon rows of actual costumes, suspended at leg's length from the floor on black torsos that fade into the prevailing darkness so that the costume itself appears to float in space, taking on, for the moment, a life independent of a dancer. Most important, the arrangement deftly permits you to see each costume from various angles, as if it were a piece of sculpture, which is no more than it deserves.

    The most brilliant stroke in the display is a line of identical La Sylphide tutus, a bodiless corps de ballet that diagonals up to the faraway ceiling of the space as if soaring to the heavens, all gossamer lightness, the sole adornment on the clouds of white tulle a few pale, fragile petals. On the floor beneath these truly Romantic tutus, caged in a Lucite box, is a near-transparent pair of wings, the attachments that will allow them, with luck, to fall to the ground as the chief Sylphide herself dies, the victim of miscalculated love, clearly visible to the insatiably curious balletomane.

    As always, the display of costumes literally within one's reach is fascinating, allowing you to understand how each one must feed the spectator's (and perhaps the dancer's) fantasy and yet withstand the brutal wear and tear it's subject to in performance. The items on view here have all been lovingly and immaculately preserved. Their condition made me think of the Gertrude Stein line (used, incidentally, in a ballet by Ashton) about "a gown newly washed and pressed." The labels add further resonance, telling you not merely which ballet (and specifically which scene) an item comes from and which character it was designed for, but also which dancer wore it. For the aficionado, this naming of names evokes ballet history with a personal punch.

    One advantage of an exhibition like this is that you learn far more about the costumes than you possibly could merely from the on-the-run glimpses of them you get in performance. As the promotional flyer for the show claims, "Costumes usually only seen at a distance on stage will be right there in front of you." But the display is more than simply useful. It is oddly poignant as well, bearing out the claim of Tine Sander, who heads the Royal Theatre's costume department, that "a good ballet costume has its own artistic soul."

    Photo:  Nationalmuseet

    2005 Tobi Tobias
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Saturday, June 4, 2005
    TOTAL IMMERSION: THE BOURNONVILLE FESTIVAL, NO. 1

    Royal Danish Ballet: Bournonville Festival / Royal Theatre, Copenhagen / June 3-11, 2005

    As dead geniuses goespecially those whose work, being in dance, is essentially ephemeralAugust Bournonville (1805-1879) has done pretty well. The legacies of George Balanchine, Frederick Ashton, Martha Grahamall a century younger than the Danish choreographerare eroding at an alarmingly faster rate than his, despite the fact that modern times have delivered the preservation tools of sophisticated dance notation (Bournonville used a crudeif singularly effectivepersonal one), film, and videotape.

    How did Bournonville manage to last so well? He ruled the Danish ballet long and fairly implacably, and his act was essentially the only one in town. Whats more, other ways and means of approaching classical dance that were evolving abroad were almost unknown to the Danes, other than those filtered through Bournonville himself. From his youthful studies in Paris, Bournonville borrowed the French school of Romantic dancing, which he conjured up explicitly in his Konservatoriet, and co-opted an entire ballet, La Sylphide, from the same source, translating it into Danish terms. He turned a temporary exile by royal decreenever address the king from the stage, no matter the provocationinto rewarding travels in Italy, subsequently evoked in Napoli. Late in his life he journeyed to Russia, and found that the reigning monarch in St. Petersburg, Marius Petipa, admittedly brilliant in his effects, contradicted some of his (Bournonvilles) central aesthetic principles, such as this, set down in his Choreographic Credo: The Dance can, with the aid of music, rise to the heights of poetry. On the other hand, through an excess of gymnastics it can also degenerate into buffoonery. So-called difficult feats can be executed by countless adepts, but the appearance of ease is achieved only by the chosen few (from Bournonvilles My Theatre Life, translated by Patricia N. McAndrew).

    After the choreographers death, the dancer and ballet master Hans Beck, who had no choreographic aspirations of his own, worked assiduously to preserve the Bournonville choreographic legacy and devised a teaching system, known today as the Bournonville Schools (or Classes) to preserve the masters style. Since that time (Beck led the company from 1894 to 1915), changes made to modernize the productions of Bournonvilles ballets have been imposed slowly, still with only minimal influence from outside sources until the early 1930s. Even through the first Bournonville Festival in 1979, renewal of the ballets was accomplished with a reverence for the work and within a wider reverence for tradition.

    Despite revisions, the ballets were kept essentially true to themselves through faithful dancer-to-dancer transmission (supported by continual informal supervision from the elders of the company) and, most significant, stagers equipped with keen theatrical instincts and aesthetic vision who were convinced that what the old guy had achieved was a pretty good thing, one worth hanging on to.

    The situation today, at the start of the third Bournonville Festival, with dance fans, critics, and scholars gathered to view the full extant Bournonville repertory in performance at the Royal Theatre, is markedly different. Today, facing a posterity as willing to forget (which is easy) as to remember (which turns out to be hard), Bournonville is in a precarious position.

    Happily, opening night, with Queen Margrethe II in attendance, offered an extremely welcome forecast of the future. The companys new production of the comic ballet Kermesse in Bruges by Lloyd Riggins proved that radical rethinking, if governed by a true understanding of the material and sensitive taste, can refresh a venerable work so that even veteran admirers of its traditional production, like me, can see it with new eyes.

     

     

     

     

    For the record, Riggins was neither born in Denmark nor bred in the RDB school. Hes an American dancer who was discovered in a summer program for young students who wanted to add a taste of Bournonvilles style to their training. Rigginss remarkable instinctive affinity with the material was immediately apparent, and he went on to become a prized member of the Royal Danish Ballet. After a time, he left to work with John Neumeier at the Hamburg Ballet, but returned to Copenhagen for this project. The Danes should now insist he stay with themby persuasion or force, whatever works.

    Rigginss vision of Kermesse essentially clears the air, and Rikke Juellund, who designed the sets and costumes, was an equal partner in this enterprise, turning in some of the most sophisticated work Ive seen on a ballet stage. Gone is the familiar, homey scenographic style of a bustling square where two pairs of lovers undergo the amusing contretemps suited to their temperaments while a third, more soulful, couple embarks shyly and tenderly on an ardent commitmentall this amidst a bustling society that includes a crafty but warm-hearted mother-in-law in the making, ill-intentioned aristocrats, lusty red-booted folk dancers, street entertainers, clergy, and a passel of kids. Gone too is the murky interior formerly thought requisite for an alchemist whose magical gifts make for absurd adventures ending in happy resolution. Even the home of the wealthy countess, who wants nothing more than to engage in an affair thats beneath her class-wise, is spared the gilt-candelabra treatment, though the lady is allowed to keep her several disconsolate servants. Juellund has opened all the locales to uncluttered space, light, and air. The basic necessities of architecture and furnishings are rendered as simple, highly stylized shapesoften flat silhouettesin pale tones. Neither Juellund nor Riggins forgot, however, that Bournonvilles declared inspiration was seventeenth-century Flemish genre painting, and one scene begins with a view of a woman standing at a window, serene as eternity, that is the very essence of Vermeer.

    Juellunds costumes are even more unusual. Cut like postmodern takes on social positions ranging from peasant to noble, theyre executed for the most part in a pale palette sparely accented with offbeat colorsa bit of grayed pea green here, a touch of ochre there. For contrast, the slovanka crew and the itinerant performers of circusy tricks are garbed in a riot of saturated reds. These strange, wonderful outfits suggest Flanders, contemporary Denmark, SoHo, and an unidentifiable outpost of moonstruck fantasyall at once. The cuts are stark; the fabrics, unadorned. And that very absence of elaboration makes the dancers faces, vigorously miming in the grand Danish tradition, all the more readable and fascinating.

    Riggins has kept largely true to what we think we know of Bournonvilles choreography from earlier productions. (Ive seen two of the previous ones and still adore in memory Hans Brenaas lusty version from 1979.) Rigginss rendition is calmer, more subtle, sweeter. But the characterizationsfrom timid to swaggering, mischievous to loutish, innocent to cunning, chaste to erotically insatiableare detailed, sincerely played (and seemingly sincerely felt), touching where they should be, very human everywhere, and immense fun. Rigginss staging doesnt have the vitality of Brenaas; it might even be considered as corrective of it, since many observers found the Brenaa version, as it ripened, over the top. But in small well-considered wayslike reducing the number of minor players, so that the piece takes on the air of a chamber work, urging you to focus on it intently, and subduing the more outlandish, raucous bitsRiggins makes the ballet something that sends you home thinking.

    The program was completed by the companys new production of La Ventana, about which more later. On the curtain calls for Kermesse, Frank Andersen, the companys artistic director, named Kristoffer Sakurai, making his debut as the ballets endearing hero, a principal dancer (solodanser in Danish), a promotion he might have earned on that nights performance alone.

    Photo:  Martin Mydtskov Rnne:  Kristoffer Sakurai and Susanne Grinder in August Bournonville's Kermesse in Bruges

    2005 Tobi Tobias
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