Showing posts with label Ballet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ballet. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Mayor Ford's Just Gotta Dance

Author and Ford-critic Margaret Atwood and Barenaked Ladies frontman Steven Page as Cannon Dolls;
Mayor Rob Ford stuck in the middle. 
Toronto's mayor is a Mr. Dursley-esque grump face with a popularity rate so low in the heart of the city that I've literally never met one of his supporters. They like him in the suburbs I guess, or so the electoral map suggested, but down where we use the TTC and go to the theatre and have GBLQT friends and spend time in city libraries, he's not so popular. The arts community, in particular, has it out for Ford- whose crusade to lower the city's out-of-control taxes seems to threaten their very existence (right from the get-go he freaked out during a debate on arts funding, declaring "people, we have roads to fix!"). Even when he is, on occasion, right, the mayor is so incapable of presenting an idea as anything but hate-filled bullying that he's become a symbol of everything the artist-intellectual downtown core hates. And with each "shut up, I'm going to my cottage" decision he makes, Ford only makes it worse.

So today's announcement that he's joining an age-old tradition of arts solidarity came as quite the surprise (and, frankly, a PR miracle for Ford's office). On December 10th, the National Ballet of Canada will open their yearly production of The Nutcracker (James Kudelka's oddly beloved Russian-influenced version that was created specifically for the company) with a 2pm matinee. Rob Ford will be there, but not in the audience. In Act I, the roles of the Cannon Dolls who begin the battle scene are generally reserved for special guests (past Petrouchkas include celebrities, politicians and sports stars like Margaret Atwood, David Miller and Mats Sundin). At the Dec 10, 2pm opening performance of the 2011 Nutcracker, the marshmallow-looking mayor of Toronto will play the role, dolled up in bright colours (and, I pray to god, a nice pair of tights!).

It seems every time I go to the theatre lately there's an improvised comment, a sarcastic dedication or a scripted joke at Ford's expense (he's all over this year's Ross Petty Pantomime, just for starters). Maybe he's finally realizing that Toronto lives and breathes with its artistic and cultural identity, it's what sets the city apart, and the artists have voices too loud to let them hate you this much. And maybe he was bullied into it, maybe the National Ballet isn't exactly the struggling institution he should be focusing on. But hey, it's a start, right?

Saturday, August 6, 2011

At the Fringe: Part Two

by Kelly Bedard

We were working hard this Toronto Fringe, taking in a total of 16 plays ranging from dance to drag to one-man displays or neurosis. There were companies of one, companies of ten, staged readings, fully-mounted musicals, lots of laughs, a couple of tears and grades ranging from A to D. Read on for all the productions that scored within the ever-popular B-range, from the so-so to the pretty darn close to fantastic.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Toronto's Billy Elliot

Truth be told right out of the gate, I don’t consider Billy Elliot a great musical. It’s a wonderful story, I’ll grant you that, but Elton John is capable of so much better than the derivative music he puts forward for this adaptation of the hit film. The choreography is lovely but the direction somewhat stale and the tongue-in-cheek juxtaposition of the pretty dancing and the macho miners more often than not undermines the serious stories (both the dancing one and the mining one- both have more gravitas than that). In the current Toronto production there are some strained accents, some shotty singing and the occasional overblown bit of acting. But there were great things too: Kate Hennig is a wonderful Mrs. Wilkinson, infusing the dance teacher with the perfect mixture of warmth and spunk; Armand Schultz is torturously engaging and empathetic as Billy’s dad and Patrick Mulvey is fiery as his brother Tony. The rest of the ensemble is remarkably strong, including the sublime Samuel Pergande in the mature balletic roles. I was particularly excited to see David Light from CBC’s Triple Sensation showing off his triple threat skills in the chorus; (also fun: So You Think You Can Dance’s famously lovable big brother Ryan Kasprzak is the dance captain).

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Ballet I Believe In

I have never been a great ballet lover. I love theatre, classical music and even dance in its So You Think You Can Dance-like manifestations but my love of ballet was pretty much limited to the film Center Stage. I find The Nutcracker dull, and while I loved the one act Carmen I saw last year I found myself fighting to stay awake during Sleeping Beauty (yes, I am aware of the irony). All that changed on June 19th with The National Ballet of Canada's Onegin.

After taking a "Music Through the Ages" class on Onegin with Clayton Scott last summer, I knew I'd be kicking myself if I didn't see one of only eight performances of the ballet this June. Onegin is an extremely rarely performed piece, licensed to only a handful of companies around the world and a beloved part of the NBC's repertoire. Based on a Pushkin poem, the ballet (not to be confused with the opera of the same name and composer) is formed from various Tchaikovsky compositions. Choreographed by John Cranko, it is a remarkably narrative work more beautiful than I can possibly describe.

First of all, what sets Cranko's work apart is his sense of story. Unlike many ballets, in which the action is interrupted often and for quite some time while various soloists dance some very impressive choreography completely unrelated to the narrative, every step of Onegin is driven by plot and character. The gorgeously complex choreography tells the story and reveals the joy, impatience, frustration and heartbreak of the characters through movement. Brilliantly paced, musically connected, remarkably technical and achingly emotional, Cranko's choreography makes ballet the only medium through which I could possibly imagine the beautiful story of Onegin ever being perfectly captured.

That beautiful story is of Eugene Onegin, a bored aristocrat who comes with his friend Lensky to see what the country has to offer since the city has proven so dull. Lensky's fiancee Olga and her mother Madame Larina are in excited preparation for her elder sister Tatiana's birthday party, but Tatiana is more interested in her romance novels. Upon seeing Onegin, Tatiana falls in love and imagines her life with him. She writes him a letter and the next day at her birthday party, Onegin tears the letter and throws it in her face. Bored once again, he begins to flirt with Olga. Infuriated, Lensky challenges Onegin to a duel and is killed by his friend. Years later, Onegin, deepened by his guilt, is invited to a party at the palace of Prince Gremin only to find that Tatiana has grown into a beautiful and sophisticated woman and married the prince. Regretting his past behaviour, Onegin writes Tatiana a letter professing his love. And the end, well, the end is the best part, inspiring whooping applause from the audience and not to be spoiled by a blog post. The whole thing is heartbreakingly beautiful.

But when danced by the cast that I saw, Onegin is simply indescribable.

If you are unfamiliar with Canadian ballet, you may not have heard the name Rex Harrington, that is truly a shame. Harrington was a dance superstar, a charismatic virtuoso who's moving performances of Onegin, his trademark role, have become iconic. After retiring from the NBC in 2004, Harrington injured his Achilles tendon on opening night of Lloyd Webber's musical Song & Dance in 2006 and hasn't really danced since. But on June 19th, as I waited for Harrington to do the "Ballet Talk" introduction I'd come to the Four Seasons Centre early to hear, a young ballerina named Jillian Vanstone approached the mic and said "I know the usher at the door told you Rex Harrington would be doing this talk. But you've got me instead. Rex is performing tonight". I stared at her for a moment, unsure if I'd heard her correctly. Obviously, the 48-year-old retired dancer was not reprising his iconic performances as Onegin. But he wasn't doing a cameo as a character actor either. He was going to dance Prince Gremin, a less demanding role that requires mature partnering skills. That night, for one performance only, Rex Harrington danced again.

It was magnificent to see Harrington, received with warm applause by an audience who had sincerely missed him and dancing a part that saw Canadian ballet's biggest star sweetly supporting his partner as she held the spotlight. If nothing more, Harrington's single-performance role as Prince Gremin made the night I saw Onegin a one-of-a-kind experience in which the NBC's rich past co-mingled with it's extraordinary present and future.

That present and future are defined by the spectacular performers I saw in the other roles.

The NBC's prima ballerina name-to-know du jour is Heather Ogden. She was Carmen when I saw Carmen, Aurora when I saw Sleeping Beauty, the young and vibrant star of the company. When Ogden dances you'd swear no one's ever danced before or ever will after. At 5 foot 7 inches, Ogden's extensions seem to, well, extend, far beyond the limits of human ability. And with partner Guillaume Cote, who is equally talented and renowned, the star really flies. (The two also make the cutest onstage and offstage couple I've ever encountered. They're engaged to be married this month!). But what is truly remarkable is that the bench depth at the NBC is so impressive that the night I saw Onegin (the first evening performance, with the premiere cast in place) Ogden and Cote danced the supporting roles of Olga and Lensky. Beautiful roles unto themselves, Olga and Lenksy are nothing to sneer at both technically and dramatically. In fact, Cote's Act II solo as Lensky prepares to duel with his friend was one of the most moving pieces of the memorable production. But for the couple (who would play the lead roles on June 20th and 24th), the extraordinary parts of Olga and Lensky were a warmup.

With the supporting cast populated by superstars (both iconic and current), the lead roles of Tatiana and Onegin belonged to dancers who defy description. NBC veteran Xiao Nan Yu (now in her 9th season as a principal dancer) was joined by Czech import Jiri Jelinek, who was brought in specially to dance the titular role after great success around the world. They were, um...just, a...oh, I don't know. Brilliant. They were brilliant. That is literally all I can think to say. I have never seen anything as beautiful as these two dancers together in these roles.

The National Ballet of Canada's 2010 production of Onegin has redefined the ballet experience for me with it's new design by Santo Loquasto, beautiful Tchaikovsky arrangements, spectacular narrative choreography by John Cranko and dream cast including Jiri Jelinek, Xiao Nan Yu, Heather Ogden, Guillaume Cote and Rex Harrington. I have never seen nor am likely to ever see anything like it and am not the least bit ashamed to say it moved me to tears more than once.

A video that does little to capture the vitality of the production as seen from the second row but at least demonstrates the virtuosity of this extraordinary cast and the beauty of Cranko's work can be found here.