Showing posts with label Dance Theater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dance Theater. Show all posts

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Pina Bausch: "Kontakthof" at The Barbican.





The BBC has posted a video about the last Pina Bausch's spectacle coming to London, "Kontakthof" (created in 2000). A group of old and teenager dancers dancing and speaking about love encounters and their body and their attitudes during those encounters.

This is the link to the BBC's video:






We're not in London but we can see many free videos about "Kontakthof" and get a little bit of it. Here the Barbican performance's trailer:



And here the whole performance recorded (some years ago) by a French TV channel (16 videos):




Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Baris Gede Dance and Baris Bedil Dancers During a Religious Ceremony in Bangli Village, Bali




In 1930's Miguel Covarrubias wrote about the warrior dance called Baris Gede:


"An indispensable part of the ritual feast of the old villages is the baris gedé, a stately war dance in which ten or twelve middle-aged warriors with their heads covered with flowers, wearing magic scarves, and carrying long spears tipped with peacock feathers, dance in double line, grimacing and striking heroic poses until the music becomes violent, when they enact a sham battle with their black and silver spears.
(...)
The music for the baris, played by a gamelan gong, consist of striking standard melodies with contrasting interludes that indicate the steps and the moods portrayed by the dancer. Every part of his body, from his toes to the tips of his fingers, is in action during the dance. Every muscle of his face is controlled at will to render the storm of passions expressed by the quick tempered warrior;expression of admiration and wonder at an invisible magic world all around him, surprise and rage at imaginary enemies, pleasure, tenderness, and love. But as the music grows more violent, the dancer becomes more and more tense, raising himself on his toes until he gives the impression of growing in height; his eyes seem ready to jump from their sockets, his whole body trembles, making the flowers of his head shake violently. So raised on his toes and with his whole body at high nervous tension, he slaps his tight and points an accusing finger at his enemy, as with wild yells of "Wah!" "Adoh, adoh!" he draws his kris and struts aggressively towards his foe, who comes forward at the same moment; before they meet, the dancer stop defiantly, cursing each other, and when the clash comes, with tiger-like grace they perform a stylized duel of music, in which the routing of one of the characters indicates the end of the dance." (1)

With the same intention but in the different way he tried to depict in drawings each of the main movements of the dance (click on the image to see it in a big size). Notice the attention he had to show those tensions of the dancer's shoulders and fingers and the singular physical posture of the body during the dance:


The next video is what Covarrubias filmed of a Baris Gede performance (the footage is without sound, music was added in 2004 and the narrator is reading words from Covarrubias's book, Island of Bali):




During my travel to Bali in July 2009 I missed the opportunity to see a performance of Baris Bedil (a variation of Gede); we arrived late to a religious festivity (a Market Ceremony) at Malangting Temple, in Bangli Village, and I only could take video and photographs of the dancers and musicians at the end of the festivity (when the final procession was starting); at least you can see a big part of the procession with our dancers in costumes (interesting and beautifully coloured) and compare them with what you saw in Covarrubias's film. Notice that in Baris Bedil in bangli Village wooden riffles are used instead of spears (2):






Now you can see a video (recorded just one month before my visit to Bali) of a Baris Gede performance in Klungkung Village; after 80 years it is pretty much the same choreography:



Video: Baris Gede Dance performance. Klungkung, Bali. June, 2009.


Covarrubias in his book mentions 4 kinds of Baris Warrior Dance: Baris Gede (ritual), Baris Pendét (secular), Baris Tumbak (ritual) and Baris Tekok (ritual). Today in Bali we can find around 30 different kinds of this dance, most of them ritual dances, but one variation of Baris Pandét, the secular style, has become very known around the world; it is a solo dance called Baris Tunggal, and that is what I saw at Ubud Royal Palace.

In my next post I'll show a video of the Baris Tunggal performance in Ubud and I'll try to find why Baris Tunggal is the most known and why is the most technically detailed of all of them.





(1) "Island of Bali" by Miguel Covarrubias.
(2) In this photo by Garrett Kam (Balinese Dance, Drama and Music. A Guide to the Performing Arts of Bali) you can see very well how the Baris Bedil dancers work with a wooden riffle:

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

"Do Animals Cry", a Dance Theatre Performance at Fleck Dance Theatre in Toronto


Do Animals Cry
by Meg Stuart/Damaged Goods
with Joris camelin, Alexander Jenkins, Adam Linder, Anja Müller, Kotomi Nishiwaki, Frank Willens.



I wrote in twitter:

"unbearable long and tedious dance about a single crazy-unhappy family exposed in chaotic movements and common actions. Hate it or love it."

Two hours watching dance performed in a monotonous contemporary movement style, kind of mini physical actions interconnected by a internal story (I guess) without any link to harmony or musical rhythm, accompanied by some musical extracts that only remarked the monotony of the style and with a very poor lighting work.

At the beginning I was there fresh, watching, laughing, living their movements even with reflexes in my own body provoked by those movements (True!), but after several scenes and time passed my mind started to be tired, my easy-biginnig relation with the performance gone away and what happened after it was almost unbearable, the worst thing a spectator can experiment watching any performance, tediousness.

I really was there! I was watching fascinated those strange but concrete movements of our common life, movements recalling my family as they asked spectators to do before the performance; watching and feeling that kind of stress, of violence only because those movement were chosen among thousand and then joined edited with unbearable cruelty... But too much it is too much, not talking about that cruelty, not about that violence, not about recalling my life as a family child, not, it was too much of the style, of the music, of the continuous and long process of living a family in this tiring way during two hours.

In one moment I was seeing an approach to Pina Bausch, telling those things like she used to do it, but everything broke up when scene by scene my patience as spectator became tiredness.

The work was amazing, as a dance itself; loved the dancers's work as a group and their individuality on stage, creating characters, speaking, feeling, but simply a could not love the whole work when a general stage direction provoked that more of one half of the spectators were yawing every two minutes and looking their watches.

I didn't learn much watching a family who looked crazy and unhappy (as usually British depict any of their families in art), however I enjoyed several moments, images and movements: I loved how one of the children ran in circles during 5 minutes; another son seated on a chair over one small dog-family house; a crazy party were some spoke singing sentences of sociability while others dancing were dying of sociability (actually getting drunk and being rebellious); and I won't forget that girl becoming adult showing her impudence to her parents.

As I finished my twitter-140-word-sentence you can love this amazing dance theatre production, but I can not, I hated it.









Thursday, February 4, 2010

"Roadkill", a Dance Theatre Performance by Australian Splintergroup at Enwave Theatre in Toronto




Last evening went to see "Roadkill" by Australian Dance Theatre Company Splintergroup at Enwave Theatre, in Toronto. And I'm happy, it was a performance full of suspense, darkness and energy, where fears of the unknown become movement around a car on the road.

Cameras are not allowed inside the theatre, so no photos of the performance itself, but you can see the trailer Splintergroup uploaded in Youtube:



Being on the road, in the middle of nowhere, with a broken car... It seems a perfect extreme situation for a drama, in theatre or in dance, and it was indeed for Roadkill. Splintergroup choreographed (1) simply life and simply bodies going to and coming from the magical universe of fears and unknown realities in Australian outback. I loved those so many ways to narrate with images and sounds; with darkness as a frame. Bodies moved in different realities and everyone of those realities was concrete, touchable for us, spectators. I didn't was scared, I was amazed by entering to them in those worlds of nothing and fading. Two young men (Gavin Weber and Gryson Millwood), one young woman (Gabrielle Nankivell), without names, living interminable terrible moments that maybe never happened.

Of course "Roadkill" is more than a choreography, it is a full representational act of our time.

One thing I love of Australian Performing Arts is that they seem not to have any tradition to follow, as if Australians were born in Performing Arts at the end of 20th century; they don't follow any narrative or style older than those appeared around 70s, when Postmodernism brought a new blow of light to a tired Western theatre.












If you want to listen what they think about their show:




(1) The choreographers are Gavin Webber, Grayson Millwood and Sarah-Jayne Howard.


Monday, August 20, 2007

Not to see Pina Bausch and her Cafe Müller.

"Café Müller" Tanztheater Wuppertal Pina bausch


I’m writing because I’m hurting. Now that I’ve got the chance to visit one of the theatrical meccas of humanity, London, I also got news that "Tanztheater Wuppertal Pina Bausch" is coming to Beijing to perform exactly at the same time I’m out of the country.

It is a ridiculuos coincidence, and it hurts ridiculously; I feel pain for missing the chance to see these two enormous works being performed at Beijing’s Tianjiao Theater: Café Müller (1978) and Frühlingsopfer (Le Sacre du Printemps) (1975).


I’ll miss her, Pina Bausch, the myth, I’ll miss it, Café Müller, the myth’s work; then I remember those words as the history of my sources, the history of my creative revolutions, revolutions which made me see performing arts with an open mind, creating with open arms and trying to embrace the sphere of totality. I’ve never seen them inside a theater, never on the stage, I learned about them first through books, through people depicting their experience, then through photographs, videos (like this one here) but, I repeat, never live.

Pina Bausch keeps teaching with a piece of art created 30 years ago, thirty years… Pina Bausch is a goddess. She is a goddess because she is a creator.

Now, I’m watching the Café Müller video you can see in this post, and I’m enjoying it, and I’m crying. It is sublime and is a source of personal discoveries. Spasms, painful spasms, beautiful spasms. Can you see those hands pledging? Those feet and their repetitive movements? Those embraces? I’m watching the structured chaos, the Tanztheater.

The name of Pina Bausch flourishes in the very tight orchard of the divines. And I’ll be at The Globe trying to recreate the 16th century.


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