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Matters of Temperament La
Source/Robert Schumann’s “Davidsbündlertänze"/The
Four Temperaments by
Mary Cargill
Nichols’ gestures, so close to traditional mime, avoided all sense of melodrama. There was no sense of “Look at me love, and hope, and comfort, and despair”; it was as if she embodied those emotions in a three-dimensional form. The final scene, when her body seemed to try to pull Askegard back before collapsing in helpless grief, could be a statue of Niobe come to life. La Source is one of Balanchine’s piecemeal ballets, starting in what seems to be the middle of a half-remembered 19th century story. It is plotless, but the dancers should give the impression of being part of something larger than the existing music, of dancing with and for each other for a specific, if unexplained, reason. Miranda Weese was all creamy perfection, but her dancing seemed to start and stop with the music. There was little emotional rapport with her partner, and since she was dancing with Nikolaj Hübbe at his most impeccably ardent—is there anyone on earth that looks at his partner the way he does?—it should have been easy for Weese to convince the audience that she was the grandest and most beautiful woman in the world, spinning off stage to eternal happiness. She danced beautifully and clearly, but cream is not champagne.
The Four Temperaments has a statuesque quality about the choreography, where shape forms content. Sébastien Marcovici was Melancholic, and though his dancing had a fluid grace, I missed the struggle, the push and pull of emotion that Peter Boal brings. Sofiane Sylve and Robert Tewsley danced Sanguinic, and, while each individually was very good, I don’t think their styles quite meshed. Sylve is a powerful dancer, strong but not sharp, and danced with an almost fierce, controlled power. Tewsely made a more rounded picture, though he had a fine attack, and seemed to flow through the shapes. His approach helped set off the other men’s choreography, and it is good to see him dancing so authoritatively. Albert Evans’ Phlegmatic is infinitely interesting, a miniature examination of an emotional journey. Teresa Reichlin, as Choleric, has a luxurious body and a fine jump, but she seems a bit weak, slightly bobbling many of her landings. At times she looks all extensions and no center, something, certainly, that cannot be said of Bouder, Nichols, and Sylve, who can dance from their center up and out to the audience. Photos: www.danceviewtimes.com |
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