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pnb: director’s choice – a review


Lesley Rausch and Josh Spell in Petite Mort
(Angela Sterling photo; swiped from PNB’s Facebook page. The pix is, I believe, from last year.)

When Peter Boal stepped in front of the curtain on opening night of PNB’s season this past Friday, the audience gave him at least 15 seconds of applause.

That’s a long time for us in Seattle. I clapped too—and this was even before the night’s performance proved that Boal has made significant progress in creating a company that can do, well, almost everything.

Have we lost some beautiful aspects of the shining company Kent Stowell and Francia Russell turned over to him in 2005? Of course. But we have gained as well. What a night!

(And…what a day! I had to go back for the Saturday matinee. After happy hour at Toulouse (ballet &  beignets!), I stopped at the box office to get a ticket for Thursday night too.)

Two of the works on this Director’s Choice program are new to PNB: Jerome Robbins’ minimalist, driving Glass Pieces and Jiří Kylián’s hilarious Sechs Tänze. How exciting to have these fabulous works added to the company’s repertoire. They paired well with Kylián’s gripping, breath-stealing Petite Mort (new to the company last year) and Nacho Duato’s voluptuous, heart-wrenching Jardí Tancat (which entered PNB’s rep in 1996). A perfect program: one that feeds the soul, mind, and heart.

One of the good things about this program is that,
except for the corps roles in the end, the dancers can really bring their own personalities and strengths to it. And we see so many of them!

Margaret Mullin and Andrew Bartee (right), last season, 
creating their work Shatter on PNB Professional Division 
students. (Bill Mohn photo)

Newly in the spotlight? Corps members Magaret Mullin and Andrew Bartee, each of whom took on soloist roles in this rep.

Mullin has been a reliable member of the corps since she joined in 2008, dancing with confidence and able to channel her considerable personality somehow so that it doesn’t disrupt the corps’ unity. Don’t for a minute think that that made her a lifeless automaton. Even so, I wasn’t prepared for her performance at the Saturday matinee. In Sechs Tänze she carried off the comedy—she was clean and fast and funny. As she entered with Kiyon Gaines, they created one of those magical moments where the air between them became part of the dance as well. (Gaines was in his usual good form and he threw the audience into a fit of giggles as he wiggled (jiggled?) into one of the black prop dresses that are a running cross-dressing gag in the this piece.) Later in the afternoon, Mullin danced again with Gaines in Glass Pieces (they were the couple in minty green). She more than held her own in that role, easily standing out from the crowd of dancers as they moved along their trajectories with so much determination. Here’s her PNB bio.

Andrew Bartee in 2008; image swiped from Dean Speer’s 
article on PNB School’s performance on Critical Dance. 
From this image, you can’t see any of the looseness 
I mention…but you can definitely see his gorgeous extension.

In Sechs Tänze, the men wear wigs (heavily powdered—they poof white powder at key points). For once, they are in the same position as the cygnets in Swan Lake: it’s hard to tell who is whom unless you’ve got a sense of their personal movement style or body type. At one point on Friday night, I wasted a few precious moments wondering, “Who is that elegant dancer?” It turned out to be Bartee. Talk about growth! Boal gave Bartee some plum roles last year, and the young dancer attacked them with a great deal of eagerness. The result? He has gone from a promising, loose-limbed kid to a—well, we’ll probably get a few more chances this year to see just what he has turned into. It’s going to be fun to see, that’s for sure. In Glass Pieces, he looked completely in control of those long legs of his, his gaze worked for him, and rather than getting the sense that he was trying to show how high he could jump, I got the sense that the music, the movement, and the teamwork were more the focus. Bravo. (Here’s his PNB bio.)

New, but not quite in the spotlight yet: apprentices Jenna Nelson and Price Suddarth. Suddarth had a more exposed role, dancing in the second male ensemble in Glass Pieces, keeping up with the oh-so-fabulous male corps and looking good.

Also new and also not yet in the spotlight: PNB’s new music director/principal conductor, Emil de Cou. According to a press release, he’s working with Acting Music Director/Conductor Allan Dameron this season, will conduct some Cinderalla and Giselle performances this spring, and starts here fully next season. Some audiences heard him last season at PNB. (Quite nice!) When he finally arrives, he’s likely to find an improved orchestra, if this past weekend’s performance is any indicator. They sounded great, with only one tiny trainwreck in the Phillip Glass piece (and even that was fixed by the next afternoon.) Lucky us, to have live music. Thank you to the donors who make it possible. And shame on us audience members: why did folks talk through the musical interlude between the two Kylián pieces?

Top: Körbes and Bold (foreground) in Glass Pieces
Below: Postlewaite and Foster in Petite Mort
(Angela Sterling photos) 

More new stuff? Just when you thought you knew who Batkhurel Bold is as a dancer… At several points in Glass Piece’s second act (Facades), this powerhouse and Carla Körbes just stand, one shoulder slightly forward, arms rounded. How beautiful they looked together! This stoic man who partners so securely and then unleashes his impressive strength in JUMPS, matched her exquisite line, thrill for thrill, and, well, I could have watched them stand like that for hours.

There’s so much to be said about partnering—and changing. Take, for example, Rachel Foster dancing with Lucien Postlewaite and Bold on the same night. Her intensity wasn’t a great match for Postlewaite’s elegance in Petite Mort, but it worked better with Bold’s dammed-up energy in Jardí Tancat. Postlewaite adjusted, and their pas de deux took on a harsher, more antagonistic, desperate mood than, say, the same duet showed last year with Kaori Nakamura in Foster’s role. On Saturday, Foster partnered with the elegant, amiable-looking Benjamin Griffith. They are good for each other height-wise, but the world loses something when Griffiths’ personality is muted. Here’s the thing, though: Can’t the same be said for Foster’s personality? Am I just unveiling my own bias against aggression? I have to say, though, that her intensity works so well in a lot of pieces.  Remember her in Molissa Fenley’s State of Darkness a few years ago? OMG! Amazing! And Vespers? Wonderful. She can make sense of strange, contemporary movements. She’s super-fast and super-clean and graceful. And get a load of how beautiful and lifted her arch back is in this photo. Watching her, though, I feel like the conversation is between her and the dance. If the audience likes it, great. If not, no matter. And here are two questions I took home with me: (1) Is that wrong? Maybe not. (2) If she could change it on occasion (and you’ve got to believe this woman could do pretty much anything if she tried) should she?

There is partnering on a bigger scale, too: I love it when the ensemble works together. In Jardí Tancat, the first night’s cast gelled in the third song. Or, to be more correct, gelled for mewith me might even be more correct?—at that point. What a shivery moment. How does this happen? Suddenly all six dancers are inhabiting the same world, dancing the same dance, breathing together. In my book, that’s one of the greatest arts. Saturday matinee’s group had it from the first silent moment of that piece through to the last powerful moment.

At the end of Jardí on Saturday, my eyes were still tearing up. At the end of Sechs Tänze, my face hurt from smiling so hard. What other emotions were left to feel? We already had the mystery and sexuality of Petite Mort. The stark geometry of Glass Pieces was the perfect way to end the show.

Ordinarily I wouldn’t take pix at a 
performance, but this wasn’t really a 
performance, so I asked the person 
next to me to snap a photo: 
Peter Boal sporting a Petite Mort dress. 

Friday night’s performance was in part about PNB’s partners: the donors. It was actually one portion of an evening-long gala. Boal appeared onstage after one intermission to invite the rest of the audience to join the onstage party after the show (well, not for free, as it’s a fundraiser after all). Very funny: he was wearing one of the prop dresses from the Kylián works. “If you don’t have a dress, we might be able to work something out,” he said. It was actually his second appearance that night: he started out the evening introducing the folks who had received promotions over the summer: Seth Orza to principal; Sarah Ricard Orza and Laura Gilbreath to soloist.

I love the pieces in this rep and hope that the other reviewers in town will describe them more thoroughly. (Please, someone, talk about the movement quality, the costumes, the lights, the music—about that amazing grid that accompanied the sci-fi-looking Glass Pieces. You know how PNB audiences used to clap when the curtain rose on the last piece of a mixed rep to reveal a chandelier? Well, after a brief moment, they clapped this time for that stark, gridded set. Chandeliers and grids… Not bad when a company can do both!) But what I’ll carry with me forever are the dancers’ details. There are so many I’ve left out—Abby Relic’s smile, Laura Gilbreath’s stretch, and on and on. Here are just a few:

  • Lesley Rausch’s back—it found the luxuriousness of the music during one of her moments with Jérôme Tisserand in Petite Mort and was more heart-wrenching than the music in Jardí Tancat.
  • Tisserand flying through the air for a spectacular entrance in Glass Pieces. (Did they drop him from a catwalk? How does he get that height?)
  • Olivier Wevers and Kiyon Gaines dancing that hoe-down+leap moment of Jardí with a sproing that would remind you of Tigger if they weren’t so in tune with the mood of those Catalonian songs.
  • The way Carrie Imler’s feet leave the ground—that incredible spring!
  • Ariana Lallone’s passion in Jardí.
  • Karel Cruz’s hands supporting Lindsi Dec as he leans her back in Petite Mort…such a feeling of tender enfolding. Sigh
  • Catching a glimpse of someone’s long legs folding into a neat, clean tuck and realizing that Maria Chapman is back and recovered from her injury! (A KUOW piece indicated that a year ago, doctors weren’t sure Chapman would be able to dance again. What a huge loss that would have been!)
  • Körbes stretching through an airy lift (thank you, Bold) in Glass Pieces
  • Chalnessa Eames, who so often shows her love of humor in her dancing, taking Secht Tânze seriously and making it, therefore, even funnier.
  • The look on Postlewaite’s face as the men pull the huge piece of fabric forward in Petite Mort. And, oh golly! Have we ever seen him in Jardí before? Wonderful!
  • The women’s corps, so well spaced against that grid in Glass Pieces. The picture above does not do them justice. They’re getting it! How crucial is that corps!
  • How together the men were in Glass Pieces: running, jumping—momentum, muscle, and music. There’s a thrill in that for sure.
  • And Ezra, Ezra, Ezra Thomson who showed (hilariously) just how much he can say with a tilt of his head or a crook of his shoulder. 

What do we have here in that young man? I hope to find out this season!

But first…there’s Thursday’s night performance…

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– Rosie