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Dance Review: La Grande Messe |
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By Patricia Boccadoro Disciplined
and harmonious, the men, in white trousers, partnered with grace and
strength, while the precise geometry of the group choreographies,
wonderfully fluent, was interspersed by lyrical solos and duos of
great classical purity. At one moment, Scholz was actually using his
dancers as musical instruments in an orchestra as they moved in
constantly shifting groups of four with a surge forward or a step for
every note. One after another, the dancers, each with clearly
differentiated arm movements, streamed uninterrupted across the stage
in two diagonals, made even more ethereal and spiritual by the
flickering almost heavenly lighting effects, before they dissolved
into the darkness.
And
then the world exploded. Pandora's box sprang open and chaos and
madness were born. As mirrors and transparent plastic walls descended
on stage, Mozart's score gave place to the dissonant sounds of more
contemporary music : Thomas Jahn, Gyorgy Kurtag and Arvo Part,
interspersed with fragments of texts, and the harsh words of Paul
Celan, the German/Jewish poet. Jerky, spasmodic, more theatrical
gestures from black-clad figures replaced the classical and
neo-classical style as the universe was turned upside down. Humorous
pieces reflecting the banalities of life tried unsuccessfully to
reduce the tension, and more than one spectator sighed for that lost
white world of glorious music which returned only sporadically, but
which expressed those easy, comfortable emotions so much easier to
live with. After
Arvo Part's Credo, a light- bulb swings down and across the
stage, bringing, one dares to believe, a glimmer of hope . Soloist
Roser Munoz subsequently confirmed that the solitary dancer, again in
black, who ran round and around the stage after it was Scholz himself.
The choreographer is no longer merely translating music into movement,
but going much further , expressing the suffering of mankind in its
quest for the meaning of existence.
During
the final minutes of the ballet, as stagehands cleared the scene, the
members of the company, removing the last traces of make-up, returned
in their everyday clothes. Patricia Boccadoro writes on dance in Europe. She contributes to The Guardian, The Observer and Dancing Times and was dance consultant to the BBC Omnibus documentary on Rudolf Nureyev. Ms. Boccadoro is the dance editor for Culturekiosque.com. |
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