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![]() October 2002 London, Sadler's Wells by Jane Simpson |
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Richard Alston's company made its first appearance at Sadler's Wells this week, with a programme including two works made earlier this year but not seen in London before. At the reopening of the The Place last year the company looked in fine form and I was happy to see the introverted, low-key performance style which I'd come to expect being lightened by an infusion of more outgoing and directly communicative dancing. So I was disappointed to find that several of the dancers I admired then have left the company, and that the overall tone has reverted to the well-mannered, gentle moderation that after a whole evening becomes monotonous to the point of dull. I find Alston such a frustrating choreographer: he chooses wonderful music and writes about it in his programme notes with perception and strong feeling - but that simply doesn't translate on to what we see on stage. The centrepiece of this programme, his Rumours, Visions set to Benjamin Britten's Rimbaud settings Les Illuminations, is all too good an example of what I mean. It's a dazzlingly brilliant piece of music, vivid, incisive and passionate, and from what he writes about it, it clearly means a lot to Alston. But what comes over on stage is, yet again, orderly and temperate. The love scenes between the dancers representing Rimbaud and Verlaine are reticent, almost timid, culminating in the chastest of embraces - where are the boldness, the passion that music and words are telling us about? It looked to me a lot more like Britten's own love story, which might indeed make an apt subject for Alston - though not, not to this music.
The evening ended with Touch and Go, another tango piece to music by Astor Piazzolla. Shortly before the end one of the dancers, Jonathan Goddard, had a very brief solo - only a few seconds - which showed almost cruelly what was missing in the rest of the evening: life, in a word.
I really wish I could write more positively about the evening. There were, as there always are with Alston, many moments of tranquil beauty, but they are not enough to sustain a whole programme. I should say, though, that from the reaction of the audience I was in a small minority - there were cheers and whoops at the end from an almost full house, and many obviously found a pleasure and excitement which eluded me.
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