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![]() November 2000 London, Sadler's Wells by Bruce Marriott |
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Somehow I missed Paul Taylor's last visit here 9 years ago. I guess, like many, I just didn't know how good he and his company are. People in the know always tip you the wink about Taylor - usually a massive wink, accompanied by a smirk and/or words like 'seriously classy stuff'. Well now I understand too. What I don't understand is how anybody this good can still be so relatively unknown to the wider world. For example where were all those who routinely turn out for modern dance, whoop, whistle and stamp at the end of every piece? At least when Taylor comes over again you will know to forgive me if the site drops references to almost everything else and goes totally Taylor mad. On to specifics: there were 3 diverse pieces on display...
I remember people raving about Mark Morris and on a first encounter really being rather depressed at what I saw. But for Taylor I came out of Cascade beaming at the musicality and luminosity of it all, beaming at the designs (Santo Loquasto) - a shimmering old-gold backcloth was to die for in its sumptuousness - and beaming about the dancers particularly.
Compared with what we normally see in the UK, American dancers always look to have more chunk and muscle, though mainly in the legs I think. The Taylor Dancers, though, are strong up top too - in the arms particularly. It's an athletic, muscular look, honed for no-messing speed and exhilarating partnering. Taylor also makes the arms much more prominent, often assuming apparently incongruous positions that just happen to look so right and natural in the overall line.
Any connection with the original theme - of fertility and sacrifice are loose at best, though it does shock with its distorted angular look and the antics of a couple with a baby - for whom the rigours of a violent shaking would come as a merciful relief, I'm sure. Taylor gives his dance the alternative title of The Rehearsal and there is indeed a ballet mistress from hell involved, but so too are a private eye, crook, stooge, gangsters moll, Keystone Cops, to name but a few. The surreal action is matched by the strangeness of the staccato dance vocabulary. You could see this tens of times and still miss stuff.
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