White Nights Opening Night 2/28/04
Serenade: As the evening began, Yogi Berra’s phrase “déjà vu all over again” came to mind. Picking up where we left off…a very mixed company again gives a very mixed performance of a Balanchine classic. Last time it was Rubies, this time Serenade. At this point in the transition process, OBT is a small company comprised of a bewildering variety of shapes, sizes and talents. When they overreach and invite apprentices and students into the rarified Balanchinian air, it’s not a mess, but it’s not Balanchine either. The soloists were just fine, Gavin Larsen again leading the way; the quintet quite good, but of the 24 dancers out there maybe eight were sharp, soft, quick and b r e a t h i n g with the music. The rest, though adept at times, were too often behind or ahead of the music, showing lots of effort, and oh those wrists. I cheered Chris Stowell’s inclusion of Rubies in the first program because we all knew it was beyond the company and I liked his chutzpah. After this Serenade, I honestly feel he should not take on another full corps Balanchine until he has the dancers to attempt it. In the meantime, I would be droolingly happy with Agon or Apollo.
Wonderful to have the 40 piece orchestra. Would have liked more attack in the opening movement.
Adin: A new set of four short dances by Christopher Stowell himself, were the highlight of the evening for me. Set to four Rachmaninoff songs, comprised of three pas de deux followed by the group, they revealed an astonishingly broad command of choreographic textures: yearning, playful, mystical, erotic. They were perfectly suited to the dancers who performed them.
Finally, Kathi Martuza was given a chance to display her extraordinary talent. Sidelined with an injury for the first program, we only glimpsed tantalizing bits of her abilities during Nutcracker. She is a broad-shouldered, powerfully built dancer, just this side of being too muscular, but when she cut loose in The Muse tonight, she danced with an explosive abandon that rocked the house. She’s a coiled lioness, electric in stillness, then devouring the entire stage with shocking, wild speed. Great extensions, definitive line. More, please! Matthew Boyes, like a man with the proverbial “tiger by the tail” stepped up to the challenge nicely.
The second revelation from Adin was Artur Sultanov’s partnering of Gavin Larsen in Stowell’s beautifully sensuous, inventive setting of Vocalise. I've been harboring some fairly stern criticism of this dancer, but have held off, sensing that Stowell must see something that I didn’t. Well, tonight I saw it. A big, tall man, he brought a lyrical quality to the pas de deux I never dreamed he had. His annoying stoop shouldered posture had all but disappeared as well. A dramatic improvement in a young dancer. And a big lesson in patience for me.
Firebird: Yuri Possokhov’s Firebird a charming delight. How perfectly set to Stravinsky’s thrilling folk-enchanted music. (1945 version) Terrific costumes and scenery by Yuri Zhukov. Yuka Iino delivered the Firebird with tremulous fingers and playfully swaying hips. Paul De Strooper enacted a gentle parody of the mimed danseur noble prince, partnering the Firebird and Tracy Taylor’s Princess with some of the best dancing he’s done since arriving at OBT this fall. Kester Cotton a stunning Kaschei with crazy finger-in-the-electric-socket white hair. Looked like six turns in place…so fast it could have been twelve. Aside from a final folk dance not up to the stately music of the moment, Possokhov’s work was endlessy creative, flowing, always suitable, in service to the story, not showy.
The live orchestra a big part of the total experince. Especially those tympani! Music buffs: is Stravinsky “quoting” Mussogorsky’s Great Gate finale? Always wondered if the similarity was intentional.
For me, two important things happened tonight: the emergence of Kathi Martuza, Artur Sultanov and Paul De Strooper as dancers up to the Stowell challenge. Add them to Gavin Larsen, Yuka Iino and Kester Cotton and the top level of the company just doubled. (Well, at least in my mind)
And the totally unexpected excellence of Christopher Stowell’s choreography.
Another mixed experience at the Keller, to be sure, but all signs are pointing nowhere but up.
BTW: Almost sold out!
Watermill