by Susan Kepecs
Madison Ballet’s black / white, at the Bartell
last weekend (Oct. 14-15), had its flaws – but it also established clearly that
the organization, which suffered a financial crisis and cancelled most of its spring
programming this year, is on the road to recovery.
Black / white was based on the idea
behind Balanchine’s “black and white” ballets, those iconic,
stripped-down masterpieces of balletic modernism that dismiss all distractions
of costume and set, placing the viewer’s focus entirely on the dancing body. Appropriately, the program opened with three pas
de deux extracted from one of twentieth century master’s earliest black and
white ballets, The Four Temperaments,
from 1946. These utterly sophisticated
little pas de deux belong to the hopeful days right after WWII, when America
was poised for new possibilities of invention.
As Balanchine was choreographing “Four
T’s,” as the ballet’s affectionately called, Jackson Pollock was making his
first action paintings and bebop trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie and Cuban percussionist
Chano Pozo created Latin jazz.
The
three Four Temperaments pas go by in
the blink of an eye, but they’re textbook studies of the way Balanchine
seamlessly meshed classical elegance and angular, modernist, off-center
moves. Seventy years on these dances
are miraculously fresh, still avant garde.
And they were performed impeccably.
In the first, danced by Kristin Hammer and Pablo Sanchez, a regal port
de bras startled atop flexing feet that break the nineteenth century line. The second is staccato and industrial; Annika
Reikersdorfer and Jacob Brooks crossed each other in space, elbows bent at right
angles; when hers were down, his were up.
In the third, the ideally paired Shannon Quirk and Shea Johnson were luxuriously fluid – a single, four-limbed creature.
Frequent
Madison Ballet guest choreographer General McArthur Hambrick’s 2+3, an ode of sorts to Balanchine, just
popped with movement and light. The title
refers to the cast of three women (Quirk, Reikersdorfer, and Kelanie Murphy) and
two men (Johnson and Brooks), who moved in and out of view in varying
combinations. The men lept, spun, thrusted their hips and cabrioled. In one memorable pas de deux Johnson swirled Quirk off
the ground, her legs out to the side parallel to the floor in a magical
demonstration of centrifugal force. For
Reikersdorfer and Brooks there was an
adagio jitterbug – she fell backward into
his arms, then was carried across the stage on his back. The women pirouetted in an open semi-circle as
the men, coming from behind, lept through them.
Quirk, in an elastic variation, swept her working leg up to a 90 degree
second position and, resisting gravity, wrapped it marvelously into attitude. Murphy
had a saucy little solo built on chugs, pique turns and little sissones, arms
waving joyfully overhead. Johnson and Brooks,
who’s never looked stronger, challenged each other in a bold, playful duet.
Brooks and Reikersdorfer in 2+3 © Kat Stiennon 2016 |
Madison
Ballet artistic director W. Earle Smith revisited two of his earlier
works. Sonata #1 in F Minor, a
three-movement piece, reveals his deep-rooted musicality and his strong sense of
neoclassical vocabulary. But the work enticed
me less this time than it did when it premiered in 2014. The middle, presto movement is an absolutely
lovely piece of choreography, and it looked breathtaking on Quirk. Breaking the black / white theme in a bright
blue leotard, she was, as always, the consummate ballerina, flowing through the
music, celebrating her long, luxurious lines.
The andante and funebre movements surrounding this dance were
disappointing by comparison, especially the latter, which sat unevenly on the
corps (Reikersdorfer, Hammer, Murphy and newcomer Michaela King). The relentless adagio looked long and repetitive,
and lacked some of the strong presence and extraordinary physical control it would
need to really work.
The
program finale, Street – a piece for
the whole company, plus apprentices – has a violin score that mixes Bach and
Beethoven with contemporary urban street music.
Like everything else on the program it’s based on neoclassical
vocabulary, though here it’s mixed with street gang struts and a twerkish booty
roll that shows up in various forms.
It’s an odd step, neither sexy nor balletic, but it served at least one
good purpose – a handful of mid-sized kids gleefully mimicked it out in the
street after the show. There’s an
overdose of filler in this piece, but there was compensation for its flaws. A little
pas de trois for Reikersdorfer with Jackson Warring and Andrew Erickson was
flirty and spunky. Reikersdorfer
sparkled with confidence, hitting a perfect arabesque on pointe, partnered on
each side. When they let go she stayed,
impossibly suspended, for a breathtaking moment. And Johnson’s bravura variation, to an
excerpt from Für Elise, was a
show-stopper – he swept through space, tossing his hair, whipping off strings
of pas de chats en tournant – you could imagine him snorting fire as he flew
through the air, like some ancient mythological dancing beast.