HomeMagazineListingsUpdateLinksContexts





Royal Ballet,
Mark Morris Dance Group

RB: ‘La Fete etrange’, ‘Pierrot Lunaire’, ‘Margeurite and Armand’
MMDG: ‘All Fours’, ‘Grand Duo’ ‘Somebody's Coming to See Me Tonight’,
October 2005
London, Covent Garden
London, Sadler's Wells

© Jeffery Taylor
Former dancer, Critic and an Arts feature writer for the Sunday Express. Pub 19 06 2005

'La Fete Etrange' reviews

RB 'Pierrot Lunaire' reviews

all 'Pierrot Lunaire' reviews

'Marguerite' reviews

Rojo in reviews

Putrov in reviews

recent RB reviews

'Coming to See Me Tonight' reviews

'All Fours' reviews

'Grand Duo' reviews

recent Mark Morris reviews

more Jeffery Taylor reviews

Web version held on Ballet.co by kind permission of Jeffery Taylor and the Sunday Express

Express Website




How insular and elitist the contemporary dance industry can look.

All the sins of classical ballet that modern dance pioneers are supposed to shatter were neatly encapsulated in US choreographer, Mark Morris’s opening night in Islington. Bang up to date clichés include society’s oppressed struggling to reach enlightenment in All Fours, and primitive society emerging into the light in Grand Duo. With a basic vocabulary of four steps and rejecting boring notions like structure, not only is there nowhere to go but nothing to get there with. The opening piece, however, Somebody’s Coming to See Me Tonight, is as cosily mumsy as Thanksgiving and apple pie. Set to Victorian ballads the values of love and romance are stickily traditional. Spiced with a dash of mockery, perhaps?

The Royal Ballet seems anxious to under whelm us this celebratory season, why else open a mixed bill with Andree Howard’s 1940 La Fete etrange, between the wars upper class whimsy about a posh wedding party that goes terribly wrong? Zenaida Yanowsky’s Bride may have impeccable manners and good hands riding to hounds but does nothing to dispel the overpowering snobbery.

As one of the company’s finest dancers, award winning Ivan Putrov trails clouds of glory like Albrecht, James, Prodigal Son and Spectre de la Rose. Painting his face white and sticking him on scaffolding as a heroic simpleton in Glen Tetley’s Pierrot Lunaire does him, and us, a great disservice.

On the other hand waiting for Tamara Rojo’s debut in Ashton’s expanded duet, Margeurite and Armand, created in 1963 as a Fonteyn/Nureyev showcase, had tongues hanging out. And well they might be. Only a handful of actor/dancers come alive on stage, like her, above the waist. Rojo hypnotises with her face and heart while her body frees her from the laws of gravity. We are lucky indeed to have her in our midst.


{top} Home Magazine Listings Update Links Contexts
...nov05/jt_rev_mark_morris_rb_1005.htm revised: 20 October 2005
Bruce Marriott email, © all rights reserved, all wrongs denied. credits
written by Jeffery Taylor © email design by RED56