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Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater – Programme A

★★★★

Sadler’s Wells Theatre

Alvin Ailey

Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater – Programme A – Lazarus / Revelations

 Sadler’s Wells Theatre

Reviewed – 4th September 2019

★★★★

 

“Lazarus is a breathtaking new addition”

 

Alvin Ailey set up the company that would become the Alvin Ailey Dance Theater in 1958. He was taught by the renowned choreographer Lester Horton, and carried on Horton’s vision of an integrationist modern dance form that included elements of African, Asian and Native American movement styles. Alvin Ailey Dance Theater celebrated it’s 60th anniversary last year and is still bringing Ailey’s unique vision to the world’s stages; now encompassing contemporary hip-hop culture and rhythms in the company’s continued mission to evoke the emotional and physical drama of African American experience.

Lazarus was choreographed by acclaimed hip hop choreographer Rennie Harris and had its premiere as part of the 60th anniversary celebrations. It is an extraordinary work, with the visceral power of a dream, and moves, quite literally, from the dark to the light, in its first and second acts. The soundscape is a work of art in itself: a collage of music and text built from gospel, blues, house, and the words of Ailey himself. Act One is set on an almost completely dark stage; figures appear against the blackness, semi-illuminated. Often, when they are fully lit, it is in the aggressive light of a searchlight and against the barking of dogs, or the beating of a heart. Harris doesn’t spare us; we see torture and pain, and in one unbearable and unforgettable stage picture, bodies in the unmistakable twisting of the lynched. The dancers run, twist, bow down under burdens and break, in expressions of human, and specifically African American, suffering. But yet Harris also uses them in an abstract way too – they become cornfields, rolling mist and instruments of pure expression. It is mesmerising. The second act begins in the same language but then erupts into fierce, proud, sexy joy. It is club culture mixed with the pride of African royalty (referenced in the costumes), ‘so people can see how beautiful they are’ to use the words of Ailey himself. The very last sound of the piece is the exhalation of a single dancer. And it seems everything is contained in that breath – exhaustion, completion and, ultimately, humanity.

Revelations is the second piece of the evening, and was choreographed by Ailey himself, in 1960, to pay homage to and reflect the cultural heritage of the African American, which Ailey considered to be one of America’s richest treasures. The piece is rich in religious feeling and symbolism, powered by gospels and spirituals, and has a three movement structure – Pilgrim of Sorrow, Take Me to the Water and Move, Members, Move – which operates in the manner of a concerto. Within each movement, there are set pieces – sometimes for a single dancer, sometimes a duet, a trio or an ensemble – separated by a brief blackout. The opening ensemble piece is stunning; the dancers all in earth tones and reaching, reaching for the light with open palms and strength in hips and thighs. None of the other pieces quite matched this one in terms of visual and emotional power, and the use of props in two of the later pieces detracted from the feeling of spiritual strength and connection generated by the skill of the dancers. The final piece in particular, in which the women danced with fans and hats and perched on stools, with the men weaving in between, felt like the ‘bring the house down’ number from a big musical and took away from the earlier meditations, and indeed, from the power of the evening as a whole. It also felt very wrong to have two intervals; Lazarus would have been much better served being programmed without an interval between the first and second act.

In sum, despite a couple of minor caveats, Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater is still a force to be reckoned with, and Rennie Harris’ Lazarus is a breathtaking new addition to its repertoire. We’re lucky to have this exceptional company in town; don’t miss out.

 

Reviewed by Rebecca Crankshaw

Photography by Manny Hernandez

 


 

Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater

 Sadler’s Wells Theatre until 14th September

 

Last ten shows reviewed at this venue:
Layla and Majnun | ★★★½ | November 2018
Tom | ★★★★ | November 2018
Swan Lake | ★★★★★ | December 2018
Bon Voyage, Bob | ★★½ | February 2019
The Thread | ★★½ | March 2019
Mitten Wir Im Leben Sind/Bach6Cellosuiten | ★★★★★ | April 2019
Rite Of Spring | ★★★★★ | May 2019
Constellations | ★★ | June 2019
Elixir Extracts Festival: Company Of Elders | ★★★★★ | June 2019
Fairy Tales | ★★★★ | June 2019

 

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The Weatherman

★★★

Park Theatre

The Weatherman

The Weatherman

Park Theatre

Reviewed – 21st August 2019

★★★

 

“Niamh James, fresh out of drama school, does a terrific job in making Mara a real, living presence on stage”

 

The Park nails its colours to the mast immediately concerning the content of this play. On each seat is an A5 sheet of paper; on one side, MODERN SLAVERY AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING IN THE UK/SPOTTING THE SIGNS, and on the other, WHAT YOU CAN DO TO HELP, detailing how to report it, and the logos of eleven organisations that work to support victims and to end this horrific practice. Similarly, in the director’s note, just after the title page of the script, which all reviewers were kindly given at this performance, Alice Hamilton devotes one paragraph out of five to the statistics of global human trafficking – ‘a recent reckoning produced an estimated 40.3 million victims of human trafficking globally, of whom 10.1 million are children trapped in forced labour or sexual exploitation’.

This is what Eugene O’Hare has chosen to write a play about, and yet, in this play (running time two hours twenty minutes including interval), we see and hear four middle-aged men talk – frequently at length; O’Hare is fond of a long monologue – and talk and talk, whilst a teenage girl, introduced on page 35 of a 75 page script, remains mute throughout. We know she is Romanian, and that her name is Mara, but her thoughts, feelings and experiences do not exist. Niamh James, fresh out of drama school, does a terrific job in making Mara a real, living presence on stage, but it is unbelievable that in 2019, a male playwright can feel that the best way of exploring this subject is to present the only woman on stage as a passive, representative victim, whilst the men around her invite us to laugh with them and feel their fears and their personal pain. If the Bechdel test was conducted with a thermometer, the mercury would boil and the glass explode.

There is some stellar acting on display in this production. There isn’t a weak link in the five-strong cast, and Alec Newman, as the tortured (yes, have a think about that for a second) O’Rourke and David Schaal, as the terrifying Dollar, in particular, give bravura performances. There is a lot for the actors to get their teeth into; O’Hare relishes male language, whether it be quickfire banter, gangland menace or sentimental pissed-up musings. There’s no doubt that these have their charms. There are some good gags in this piece (alongside some more questionable ones) and Dollar’s nastiness is palpable, but added up, and in the light of the subject matter, it just all seems rather indulgent. The register of language is also uneven, both tonally, and in terms of time period. Dollar appears to have walked straight in from the 1950s East End of the Krays, whilst the other four characters are firmly rooted in the present (though does anyone now use the anachronistic ‘water closet’?)

James Perkins’ design works very well – it was a terrific creative touch for the outside of the stairs to visually echo the outside of a shipping container – and Alice Hamilton’s direction is steady and assured, but there simply is no getting past the blatant erasure of the female voice here. Bob Dylan once wrote, ‘You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows’; it’s clear that Eugene O’Hare’s Weatherman hasn’t got the faintest idea.

 

Reviewed by Rebecca Crankshaw

Photography by Piers Foley

 


The Weatherman

Park Theatre until  14th September

 

Last ten shows reviewed at this venue:
Gently Down The Stream | ★★★★★ | February 2019
My Dad’s Gap Year | ★★½ | February 2019
Cry Havoc | ★★ | March 2019
The Life I Lead | ★★★ | March 2019
We’re Staying Right Here | ★★★★ | March 2019
Hell Yes I’m Tough Enough | ★★½ | April 2019
Intra Muros | | April 2019
Napoli, Brooklyn | ★★★★ | June 2019
Summer Rolls | ★★★½ | June 2019
The Time Of Our Lies | ★★★★ | August 2019

 

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