Theater Review: "Homeland"

"Holy smokes, it's the story of my life," I thought during the first act of Homeland, Jay Kuo's terrific new musical, which has been workshopped at the New Conservatory Theatre and arrived as a semi-staged production at the Magic Theatre over the weekend.

A followup to his successful romantic comedy, Insignificant Others, Homeland finds Kuo again mining the local landscape and coming up with a gem of a bittersweet tale about love blooming in the rarefied world of San Francisco.

It's a curious thing that happens quite often in the Bay Area -- a place where I'm startled if I run into a bona fide, born-and-bred local. No matter where we're from though, somehow we all wind up discovering "families" for ourselves. You know the family I mean -- the one with your crazy left wing activist friend, the struggling artist you met in a coffee shop, your wild and crazy, newly-freed-from-the-closet pal, and various interesting and probably left-leaning others. Kuo has built Homeland around just such an extended family, in this case, a loosely-banded guerilla street theater group. As a love story and a tale of the divisive politics of this current generation, it will no doubt connect to audiences at many levels, but for the Bay Area crowd, it will be doubly poignant, because it tells the stories of the people that you and I know -- maybe even the stories of our own lives. And as with all the best musicals, the circumstances in which our heroes find themselves might be farcical, even far-fetched, but it doesn't matter at all, because the characters ring true.

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Theater Review : "The Forest War"

When art speaks truth, it hurts, and it never hurts so much as in Mark Jackson's stylish new play The Forest War, which runs through January 14 at the Shotgun Players' Ashby Stage in Berkeley.

Written and directed with imaginative flair, The Forest War comes in the form of Japanese Kabuki theater, from the choreographed stylized stage movements and tableaux, to Valera Coble's beautifully-textured elaborate costumes, to Jackson's formalized, rhythmic dialogue. It's a classic jidai geki, or Japanese period drama, addressing themes that are timeless and in this case, all too familiar.

The Forest War of the title has been prosecuted by the aging Grand Lord Karug, played by Drew Anderson, and after a decade, the long battles have decimated the country and demoralized its citizens. In theory, the war has been won, and Karug decides to pass the leadership to the peaceable Lord Kulan (Cassidy Brown) instead of his belligerent son, Lord Kain (Kevin Clarke). Thus the stage is set for your classic father/son power struggle. Read into it what you will.

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SFB: Giddy spinning at the Nutcracker

San Francisco Ballet
“Nutcracker”
War Memorial Opera House

There was giddy spinning going on outside of the War Memorial Opera House on Thursday night, even before a single dancer had stepped onto the stage for San Francisco Ballet’s holiday treat, Helgi Tomasson’s “Nutcracker.”

Little ones in elegant dresses and suits enacted their own sort of party scene as they clutched the teddy bears that ushers handed out at the door and practically vibrated with excitement in the lobby, which was decked out in silver and green for the holidays.

Inside, as the overture got underway, under the sprightly baton of Martin West, the kids kept up a low buzz of impatience, which settled in as the curtain went up on Michael Yeargan’s elegant San Francisco-inspired Victorian sets and Martin Pakledinaz’s frothy costumes.

Tomasson’s lovely “Nutcracker” – the fifth version San Francisco Ballet has staged since they started the Christmastime tradition back in 1944 – eschews the heavy psychological tack of some modern versions, although it is not just the simple bon-bon of most traditional “Nutcrackers” either. Tomasson’s young Clara is very much a “‘tween” -- not quite ready to give up her dolls, but old enough to be dancing formal dances with the adults, and her dreams emphasize the fantastical elements of childhood along with the wonder of growing up.

Hannah Foster made a charming Clara -- scrappy in the battle scene and visibly entranced when swept up in the arms of her transformed Nutcracker, Tiit Helimets. A natural prince, Helimets’ refined classicism made for a patrician, though somewhat bemused demeanor and his eerily soundless landings from prodigious jumps were impressive. As the King and Queen of the Snow, though, it was Joan Boada and Kristin Long who fully captured the exhilaration of the gorgeous Tchaikovsky music, filling out the shimmering snow flurries with eddying turns, punctuated by elegant poses that reached to the end of their fingertips.

If there was a lackluster moment in the ballet, it came only at the end with Yuan Yuan Tan as the transformed and newly tutu-ed Clara. Tan is a hugely talented dancer, but her lackadaisical attack and eccentric musicality on this occasion betrayed a peculiar lack of effort only thinly disguised by those hyper-mobile arabesques. Her uneven performance stood in contrast to that of Vanessa Zahorian, whose onstage glow warmed the stage as she led the bouquet of waltzing flowers with fast light turns as the Sugar Plum Fairy.

Happily, the rest of the company looked as if they relished the fun of bringing an old standard to vibrant life. If these dancers have done a hundred “Nutcrackers,” you’d never know it from gusto with which they attacked their roles. From the fuzzy-legged Kirill Zaretsky as the Mouse King, to the zesty Spanish spiced up by Rory Hohenstein, Hansuke Yamamoto, Jaime Garcia Castilla, Dores Andre and Frances Chung, to the Arabian with Nutnaree Pipit-Suksun tastefully twining around the brawny duo of Moises Martin and Brett Bauer -- everyone onstage tackled each of their characters with enthusiasm.

Brooke Moore, Mariellen Olson and Jennifer Stahl handled the candy-striped, be-ribboned French variation with decided aplomb, while Pascal Molat made it look as though the stage wasn’t large enough to contain his outsize leaps in the Chinese divertissement. As always, the rousing Russian trepak -- choreographed by Anatole Vilzak and danced with bouncing, bounding humor by James Sofranko, Garrett Anderson and new company member Benjamin Stewart -- brought a delighted roar from a crowd thoroughly enchanted.

This review originally appeared in the Contra Costa Times.

Dance Column: Holiday Treats

A veritable bouquet of holiday treats are headed our way starting this weekend. Some are like old friends, back for their annual visit, and others are newcomers, but safe to say, we won’t lack for entertaining things to take the kids of any age to see throughout the month of December.

ODC/Dance’s “The Velveteen Rabbit”

Why do I love “The Velveteen Rabbit” so much? Is it because I’m a sucker for hard luck cases? Possibly. I get farklempt at the mere description of the threadbare, velveteen fur and shabby velvet nose.

KT Nelson’s take on the tale of the “bunchy, fat bunny” and the boy who loves him has become an enduring holiday tradition, and justly so. This year marks the 20th anniversary of the enormously popular “The Velveteen Rabbit,” and a host of special guests will be on hand throughout ODC/Dance’s run to help celebrate. Among the events this weekend, Friday’s matinee (November 24) is Grandparent’s Day, Saturday (Nov 25) is ASL Signed Narration Day with actor Ty Giordano, and Sunday’s matinee (Nov 26) will be followed by a milk and cookies party with the dancers (Call the Yerba Buena box office for tickets to the party.)

And as always, plan to bring your stuffed animal friends along to enjoy the show. Don’t they deserve a night out too?

ODC/Dance performs Margery William’s beloved classic November 24 – December 10 at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in San Francisco. (www.ybca.org, 415-978-2787)

Smuin Ballet “Christmas Ballet”
Fans of Michael Smuin’s holiday revue are in for a treat this year as the Smuin Ballet adds seven new numbers to the lineup, including three by Michael Smuin, two contributions from associate director Celia Fushille-Burke, and one apiece from Amy Seiwert and Shannon Hurlburt. With newly refreshed sets and costumes, this Christmas buffet, which comes in hot and cool versions, puts a sassy spin on the Christmas roundelay.

The 2006 edition of the “Christmas Ballet” makes its bow on the stage of the Dean Lesher Regional Center for the Arts November 24-25. Or you can catch it at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts from December 15-24. (www.smuinballet.org, 925-943-SHOW or 415-978-2787)

Moving Arts Dance Company’s “MAD Hatter” Performance and Tea Party
For something a little more unusual, follow Alice’s granddaughter Allyson down the rabbit hole at Moving Arts Dance Company’s second annual “MAD Hatter” Performance and Tea Party. There are sweets aplenty on the table and on the stage as choreographers Anandha Ray, Michael Lowe, Dudley Brooks, Jenny McAllister, Dianna Rowley, and Isabelle Sjahsam offer up their version of life in Wonderland.

Moving Arts will have two shows in San Francisco at the Cowell Theater on December 2 (www.fortmason.org, 415-345-7575) and two shows at the beautiful El Campinil Theatre in Antioch on December 9 (www.elcampaniltheatre.com, 925-757-9500).

Diablo Ballet’s “Nutcracker”
In collaboration with Civic Arts Education, Diablo Ballet will unveil its very first production of the “Nutcracker” at the Del Valle Theater in Walnut Creek. Directed by the Diablo Ballet Intermediate Program’s Rebecca Crowell, the production won’t lack for talent. Leading the cast of 58 dancers – which includes children and adult drawn from all over the East Bay, as well as the Diablo Ballet apprentices – will be Tina Kay Bohnstedt and Vikot Kabaniaev as the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier. Lauren Main de Lucia and Matthew Linzer will rule over the Land of Snow, and Nikolai Kabaniaev, Diablo’s co-artistic director, will even take his turn onstage as Herr Drosselmeyer.

Diablo Ballet’s “Nutcracker” premieres at the Del Valle Theatre in Walnut Creek, December 1-3. (www.diabloballet.org, 925-943-SHOW)

San Francisco Ballet “Nutcracker”
The gold standard of "Nutcrackers” around here has always been the San Francisco Ballet production and Helgi Tomasson’s grand version, with its spectacular, larger-than-life sets and costumes holds delights for kids of any age. With dreamy scenes and even dreamier dancing, this “Nutcracker” is sure to send patrons, young and old, twirling out into the streets.

At the regular family performances, there’s milk and cookies in the lobby, plus, SFB also offers a chance to give a little holiday delight with the annual San Francisco Firefighters Toy Drive. Bring along a new toy or book to donate when you come to the show and the SF Firefighters will see that it brightens a needy child’s Christmas.

San Francisco Ballet’s “Nutcracker” runs December 14-31 at the War Memorial Opera House in San Francisco. (www.sfballet.org, 415-865-2000).

Contra Costa Ballet "Story of the Nutcracker"
For an early start on the holiday season, you can see the Contra Costa Ballet’s "Story of the Nutcracker," an hour-long version of the ballet, which features Diablo Ballet’s David Fonnegra and Company C’s Jenna Maul as the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier.

The Contra Costa Ballet performs their version of the holiday classic from November 30-December 2 at the Dean Lesher Regional Center for the Arts in the Hofmann Theater. (www.contracostaballet.org, 925-943-SHOW).

Berkeley Ballet “Nutcracker”
Teacher, choreographer, director, Sally Streets has been a mainstay of the Bay Area ballet scene, and this year the company she founded, Berkeley Ballet Theater, celebrates its 25th anniversary. Streets and Robert Nichols choreographed this colorful and lovely version of the Tchaikovsky classic to make a more intimate experience.

To kick off their anniversary season, they’ll be performing their production of the “Nutcracker” from December 8-17 at the Julia Morgan Theater in Berkeley. (www.berkeleyballet.org, 510-843-4689)

Smuin Ballet: Christmas Ballet 2006 edition

Smuin Ballet
“The Christmas Ballet” 2006 Edition
Yerba Buena Center for the Arts
December 15-24, 2006

The post-Thanksgiving crowd at the Lesher Center showed no tryptophan drowsiness at the opening of Michael Smuin’s annual favorite, “The Christmas Ballet,” which made its bow last weekend with spiffed up new costumes by Sandra Woodall and newly designed scenery by Douglas Schmidt and Paul Swensen.

Smuin’s flagship productions are usually elaborate affairs, and this year’s refurbishment of the company’s holiday staple actually benefits from having more sparkles and fringe. In the first half, new white drapery suggests an elegant ballroom with outsized lacy snowflakes hovering overhead, while the second half is bathed in yards of Christmas crimson velvet, punctuated by dozens of fluffy, white, beachball-sized “Santa cap” pom-poms.

Admittedly, the designers have gone a little projection-happy, in the second act particularly, where video of everything from church bells to mistletoe only distract from the dancing. Still, all the new flash and dash does help create some truly lovely images. In the opening to the second act, “Christmas by the Bay,” the dancers now dip and swirl behind projections of San Francisco holiday scenes, and the simplest images -- the lights of Union Square’s Christmas tree or the outlines of the Embarcadero Center -- make a romantic frame around the five couples.

The high-flying company is also still getting used to the low-flying snowflakes. During an excerpt from Handel’s “Messiah,” Ikolo Griffin tossed his partner so vigorously that her head bonked into one of the snowflakes, causing some mirth in the audience.

If the company took a little time to warm to their work in the opening “Magnificat,” by the second piece -- “Noel Nouvelet,” Amy Seiwert’s contribution to this year’s edition -- Aaron Thayer and Erin Yarbrough make a ____ couple. Seiwert gives them simple, and yet unexpectedly lovely choreography – mere pirouettes facing in opposite directions are effective because they fit to the music beautifully.

The look of the women in the company has gradually been shifting towards more of the bullet-like, compact zingers like Vanessa Thiessen, who stood out in the “Zither Carol” and “Away in a Manger.” In “For Unto Us a Child is Born” Yarbrough, partnered with James Strong, evinces the same speedy, knife-like technique along with a regal, classical upper torso, but when she lets her hair down, as she does in “What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?” – a sweetly romantic diversion contributed by Shannon Hurlburt -- the sex appeal is palpable. As always, Strong proves himself a more-than-just-reliable squire, particularly in “Hodie Christus Natus Est” which he danced on Friday night with Thiessen. Her light jumps and intent confidence gave the couple an illusion of breathlessness, but when certain lifts proved difficult to manage, it was Strong who kept the duet moving.

The company will always need its long and leggy dancers though. Nicole Trerise makes a luscious comedienne in “Licht Bensh’n” and the ever popular “Santa Baby,” which had the audience clapping from the first “ba-boom.” She shows off a more serious side paired with Thayer and two other couples in Celia Fushille-Burke’s “Es ist Ein Ros Entsprungen.” The graceful refinement of Fushille-Burke’s choreography for the three couples has all the hallmarks of her own dancing. The footwork for this section, as well as for her “Resonet in Laudibus,” which immediately followed, offered deceptively pretty, and yet tricky combinations -- of the sort that Fushille-Burke herself always navigated with aplomb.

Jessica Touchet shows off formidable baton-twirling skills in the oddly gimmicky “Carol of the Bells,” which Smuin created for her this year, while Hurlburt, always a favorite, reprises his signature showstopper roles in “Little Drummer Boy” and the dazzling tap solo to “Bells of Dublin,” as well as his usual solid yeoman work throughout the evening.

And though it’s often the new dancers -- like Griffin, Courtney Hellebuyck, and Yoko Callegari, who just joined the company this month – who receive notice, there’s a definite pleasure in watching others like Aaron Thayer improve year by year. Thayer’s solo -- a new section created by Smuin to a recording of Placido Domingo singing “La Virgen Lava Panales”-- has a mature conviction and vitality, and in “Pretty Paper” a duet with Robin Cornwall, he hits just the right balance of playful solicitude.

In the end, this year’s edition of “The Christmas Ballet” is jam-packed with 28 bite-sized numbers. Some of them are cheeseball, some quite lovely, but all adding up to a jolly way to start the season.

This review originally appeared in the Contra Costa Times.

Dance Review: SF Hip Hop DanceFest

San Francisco Hip Hop DanceFest
Palace of Fine Arts Theatre
November 19, 2006

A certain palpable energy was humming through the audience at the Palace of Fine Arts, where Micaya’s San Francisco Hip Hop DanceFest played host from November 17-19 to two dozen groups from around the world.

Festivals like these should be archived for textbook study. After all, we’re living out a golden opportunity to trace the evolution of a dance phenomenon that has been growing and absorbing changes rapidly in the last ten years. Moves borrowed from gymnastics, capoeira, conventions drawn from modern, African and jazz dance have all been steadily seeping into hip hop and, I dare say, hip hop has been crossing over in the other direction as well. The SF Hip Hop DanceFest offers a timely look at where the forward momentum is taking the culture.

“Work it out! Represent!” someone shouted in the darkness as Funk Beyond Control took their places for “Side Show,” a jubilant free-wheeling routine for the nearly 30 dancers.

This Bay Area-based troupe – made up mainly of teenagers – took top honors at the Hip Hop World Championships and it’s easy to see why. “Side Show,” a winking tribute to the auto sydeshows of the now-emerging hyphy culture, was choreographed by several of the dancers along with director Darnell Carroll and these young dancers set the bar for the whole night at a high level. With a zippy pace and flambosting solos that merged into pulsing urban funk parties “Side Show’s” rowdy hyphy-train fired up the audience, who grooved along with tunes from Too $hort, E-40 and Keak da Sneak as well as Santana and Janet Jackson. But lest you think it was all frenzy, lurking under the rollicking atmosphere was an unmistakable focus and discipline that made FBC one of the cleanest crews of the evening.

For a change of pace, local group fLO-Ology Dance Collective moved into a house groove, adopting a dramatic narrative approach to their politically-charged “Dancing in the Wind.” If the quintet of dancers looked a little less focused than FBC nevertheless, their clear command of the driving rhythms underscored a sense of desperation in the pulse of modern life.

Later in the program, the brawny Lux Aeterna had a slightly different take, merging capoeira with hip hop beats in a more fully-realized work titled “Navaras,” to the music of the same name by Juno Reactor. Colored in twining silver body paint against a blood red screen, the five dancers seemed tinged with the slime of urban dystopia. Less refined than gymnastic, nevertheless, the dancers made good use of their charismatic physicality, and Jacob “Kujo” Lyons’ fearless tumbles across the floor, planches and gymnastic flares, while seemingly out of context, were impressive nonetheless.

Clad in grey and black hoodies, Khaotic GroovemintZ, from Vallejo served up sexy breaks in a fly routine titled “VII,” while the tough-as-nails Extreme, a group of six women from Montreal, Canada set a convincing “don’t mess with the b-girl” tempo. Hailing from Boulder, CO was Elements of Motion, whose athletic “Mile High” featured power moves, freezes and acrobatics that sent the crowd into cheers.

The clubbing couples of “2 AM” from Phoenix Dance Company showed a more industrial sensibility melded with hip hop, while SanRancune’s “It’s Deep…” for the Paris-based duo of Meech and Joseph Go along with David Imbert, mixed an animatronic pop-and-lock feeling with a dark cool European delivery. Shaun Evaristo’s serious-looking, thirteen-member Gen 2, from Daly City, adopted a casually grounded urban style in the group piece “Team is Back.”

Somewhat mystifying was Mind over Matter’s “Ghetto Circus,” which closed the evening. Featuring a bewigged Allan Frias as ringmaster, “Ghetto Circus” looked less like a circus and more disturbingly like a cross between a poorly costumed voguing act and a questionable cheer routine. That the dancers of this crew have skills was evident, but they deserved better material to work with.

High points of the program, though, were two solos, one from a rubber-man Kenichi Ebina, who replaced an injured Rauly Dueñas at the last minute and one from the human cartoon, Takahiro Ueno. The liquid-limbed Ueno, who won the 2006 Showtime at the Apollo Dance Challenge, also won spontaneous cheers from the crowd with his contortionist antics in “Nightmare Spiral,” which called up images of a carnival shooting gallery, a hat trick that weirdly inverts the “bullet time” effect, melting legs. He has to be seen to be believed.

Looking a bit like a lanky, nerdy otaku in his loose red track suit, Kenichi delighted the audience with whimsical but expert mime perfectly synched with a soundtrack of noise effects. From the old flashlight in the jacket trick to hovering balances a la Keanu Reeves in “The Matrix,” it wasn’t that it was hard to see how the tricks were done – the magic was in the artistry of the perfect illusion, which made suspended any disbelief entirely. Now that Jet Li has retired, maybe it’s time to call Kenichi and Takahiro in.

This review originally appeared in In Dance.

Music Review : John Santos and the Machete Ensemble: The Farewell Concert

It kinda started in your ribs -- just a little tic from side to side that happened reflexively as the Machete Ensemble sent the first notes into the air. Pretty soon it moved into the tip of your shoulders -- just a bit of a bounce. And that set your head nodding in time with the beat. Before long, you found yourself swinging and swaying in the Palace of Fine Arts Theater's groovy reclining seats, which luckily left a lot of leg room in front, in case you wanted to ... you know ... get up and dance. Which most people did.

It seemed like everyone who was ever part of the San Francisco Latin jazz scene was on hand to bid adios to John Santos' Machete Ensemble, which disbanded in a blowout concert on November 12 after twenty-one years of turning up the Afro-Latin heat in the Bay Area.

All night long, a parade of former Machete members as well as friends and family came up on the stage to jam with the core group of Macheteros -- Orlando Torriente on vocals, John Calloway on flute, Ron Stallings and Melecio Magdaluyo on saxes and clarinet, Wayne Wallace on trombone, Murray Low on piano, David Belove on bass, Paul van Wageningen on drums and Orestes Vilató on just about everything else. And sitting in the middle of it all was the genial, chatty Santos himself, on the congas emblazoned with red, white and blue "Impeach Bush" stickers -- as charming as ever, although, as he admitted, talking a little faster than usual so as to fit in all the fun in a brief amount of time.

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Music Review : SF Jazz Festival: Kamikaze Ground Crew

For their first performance back in the Bay Area in 13 years, the Kamikaze Ground Crew got a warm welcome at the Great American Music Hall at the San Francisco Jazz Festival. After all, it's really a hometown crowd for the seven-member band, most of whom still have local ties, even though the crew is largely based now in New York.

It's a loose knit group of talent -- all of them involved in lots of other projects. Co-founders Doug Wieselman and Gina Leishman both write music for dance and theater -- the latter most recently composing scores for Berkeley Rep's Mother Courage and Cal Shakes' As You Like It -- and trumpet-player Steven Bernstein and Kenny Wolleson head their own rollicking band Sex Mob. In fact, a majority of the compositions that the KGC unveiled on Wednesday night, came courtesy of Leishman and Bernstein, but those looking for the exuberance of Sex Mob, or the witty, light touch of Leishman's Shakespearean songs like "It was a lover and his lass" would have been confused at the start.

What seems clear is that in the years since KGC's start as the pit band for the Flying Karamazov Brothers, a lot of experimenting has been going on. So it was that some of what we got that night was esoteric, some of it impenetrable, while other pieces were lively and even antic. All put together, though, it made for a program that suffered from uneven pacing.

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Music Review : SF Jazz Festival: Arturo Sandoval

What is it about los Cubanos? Artists like Los Carpinteros craft incredibly sculpted social critiques. Dancers such as Carlos Acosta, the Carreno clan and the Feijoo sisters have stormed the ballet world. And their musicians -- their musicians always rock the house.

The audience in the Herbst Theater was primed from the outset when trumpet master Arturo Sandoval took the spotlight at the San Francisco Jazz Festival. And if there was any disappointment that evening, it was that the show had to end some time.

Backed by a tight-knit quintet that included Ed Calle on sax, Javier Concepcion on keyboards, Armando Gola on bass, Tomasito Cruz on congas and Alexis Arce on drums, Sandoval hit the stage at a blistering pace, dispatching double digit high notes on his trumpet solos with almost irritating ease.

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Theater Review: Stew's "Passing Strange"

"Stew" is a great moniker for the rock musician-poet-filmmaker, all-around-performing-artist, whose Passing Strange made its bow last week at Berkeley Rep. He's a rich mix of flavors, a bubbling cauldron of ideas and talents, and his latest effort, which takes an autobiographical look at his development as a young black musician, is a kind of spicy recipe based on his life. Some of the ingredients might seem improbable, but the final dish is worth savoring.

Passing Strange takes its title from Othello's description of how he won Desdemona's heart. But as with much of the wordsmithy in this play -- which Stew and partner Heidi Rodewald first developed at the Sundance Institute and which will move on to New York's Public Theater after the Berkeley run -- "passing" is meant to encompass numerous other meanings: passing for white or passing for black, being passed up, passing through, passing on. The word itself has a sense of restlessness that is reflected in the rhythm of the play as well as the music, as it follows Stew's youthful escapades -- a Baptist upbringing in LA and coming of age amidst rarefied surroundings in Amsterdam and Berlin.

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Lyon Opera Ballet spotlights three women choreographers

Lyon Opera Ballet
“Die Grosse Fuge,” “Fantasie,” “Groosland”
Cal Performances, Zellerbach Hall, UC Berkeley
October 27-28,2006

When the Lyon Opera Ballet -- which Cal Performances presented at UC Berkeley’s Zellerbach Hall last Friday and Saturday nights -- gets on stage, there’s one thing you can be sure of, there will be athletic inventions of mind-bending capriciousness in the offing.

The works that this attractive troupe performs tend to be highly energetic and physically alert on the most obvious level, but what’s most appealing is the satisfying meatiness underneath. Their triple bill this time – featuring the works of Anna Teresa de Keersmaeker, Sasha Waltz and Maguy Marin – was not a program of esoteric intellectual works, but it was smart and even provocative on a number of levels.

The Belgian De Keersmaeker’s “Die Grosse Fuge,” for instance, made a galvanizing vehicle for the company.

On a bare stage under the hot exposed glare of a grid of lamps, seven men and one woman play out a high velocity contest in Ann Weckx’s dark business suits. Spiralling through the air with limbs flung wide or in contracted balls, they tumble and roll to the ground with an almost intoxicated zest to the music of Beethoven’s “Grosse Fuge,” as recorded by the Quatuor Debussy.

Although there’s a story inherent in the simple fact of putting a single woman -- Caelyn Knight -- amidst the men, De Keersmaeker doesn’t make too much of the situation, rather illustrating the fugue form in the complex patterns of choreography as dancers pick up phrases of movement and then pass it to others in rolling canons. Knight devours space as hungrily as the men, rolls up her sleeves with them and takes her tumbles to the floor with the same aggressive confidence that marks all of the Lyon dancers. But doubtless De Keersmaeker’s objective is to make you notice the very fact that you’ve noticed that there is only one woman.

Sasha Waltz’s hazy, dreamlike “Fantasie,” which followed on the program, covers different and even more ambiguous ground. Created for the Lyon Opera Ballet and premiered earlier this year “Fantasie” – danced first in silence, then to a recording of the Schubert Fantasie in F minor – effects some arresting scenes. At the start Bruno Cezario and Fernando Carrion Caballero confront each other in an unsettlingly slow encounter in which Caballero’s arm seem to pass through Cezario’s body. Yu Otagaki tightrope walks into Caballero’s orbit for a duet of garishly twisted limbs and other dancers join them, swaying in a knot in the corner.

In Martin Hauk’s shadowy darkness, some of the imagery is compelling. Still, one can’t help feeling that the work lacks development and is over-long. For a lengthy section of the ballet, the dancers seem to take a childlike pleasure in flitting about the stage with “airplane arms” but the story seems lost until we see Otagaki melting away from Caballero. He appears stricken and all the dancers vanish leaving Cezario alone onstage, as if within a fading dream.

And then you have to wonder Maguy Marin’s dreams look like. Her diverting 1989 ballet “Groosland” puts 20 dancers onstage, looking uncharacteristically zaftig in Montserrat Casanova’s padded “fat suits” featuring prim blue and chartreuse outfits. They mince and teeter through complicated little folk dances with a nimble charm that elicited not a few chuckles from the audience and the Rubenesque dancers are rather touching in their obvious delight in dancing to Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos. These characters are obviously far more comfortable with their illusory flesh than you or I might be with a real body, and when the dancers strip off the blue and chartreuse to romp “naked,” we’re reminded that this or any other body is just a vehicle, and that the real grace comes from the dancer within.

This review originally appeared in the Contra Costa Times.

Theater Review : Theatre of Yugen: Noh Pressure Cooker

First let me say that I'm all for the trying. The Noh Pressure Cooker Festival, which ran over three weekends in October, is meant to offer a range of new works by the NOHSpace's resident troupe Theatre of Yugen. Now in its 28th season, this active group of performers studies a variety of techniques centered around the venerable 600-year old Japanese theater form, but their focus in the Pressure Cooker Festival is new work and contemporary stories. Anyone wandering in looking for a classical Noh version of The Tale of Genji is in the wrong place.

If the air of experimentation is admirable, however, the execution still leaves something of a slapdash feeling. Enthusiasm for their work obviously informed the three pieces on display on the second weekend, but the overall impression was that these were works-in-progress that, for the most part, were just not thoroughly thought out.

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Dance Review: Gamelan Sekar Jaya's "Kali Yuga"

Gamelan Sekar Jaya
“Kali Yuga: The Age of Chaos”
Cal Performances, Zellerbach Hall, UC Berkeley
October 14, 2006

A fantastical battle between gods crosses paths with the realism of a modern world out of balance in Gamelan Sekar Jaya’s spell-binding drama “Kali Yuga: The Age of Chaos,” which premiered in its entirety at Berkeley’s Zellerbach Hall on Saturday night.

Co-sponsored by Cal Performances and World Arts West, this lavish, multi-textured work draws its inspiration from Hindu cosmology in which the last of the four cyclical yugas, or ages of humanity, is called the Kali Yuga, a dark time marked spiritual dissolution, conflict and hypocrisy. Gamelan Sekar Jaya performed excerpts of the evening-length piece at last year’s San Francisco Ethnic Dance Festival, and it is a such worthy theatrical spectacle that it seems a real pity that there was only one day of performances it.

A collaboration that brings Hindu together with Muslim, American with Balinese, “Kali Yuga” could be taken as a microcosm of a land of diverse contradictions – a paradisical island steeped in Hindu mythologywhere families still give offerings to the gods to protect their rice paddies, and a part of a Muslim nation torn by religious conflict and terrorist violence. Directed by Ellen Sebastian Chang -- who also directed the 2001 “Kawit Legong”— this richly appointed production finds the kind of unique flavor of fusion that we’ve come to expect from this American gamelan ensemble.

Founded in 1979, El Cerrito’s Gamelan Sekar Jaya – whose name means “victorious flower orchestra” in Balinese – has become one of the most distinguished groups of its kind in or outside of Bali. Under the musical direction of Indonesian guest artists I Made Arnawa and I Dewa Putu Berata, Sekar Jaya impressively navigates the music composed by Arnawa, along with the troupe’s general manager Wayne Vitale.

The term “gamelan” refers to a set of metal or bamboo instruments, and each gamelan collection is tuned as a unit, with the instruments always remaining together, no matter who the players are. Sekar Jaya is comprised of five smaller gamelan ensembles whose potent combinations of percussion instruments include small metal pots, gongs, drums, flutes, and jegogan made from giant bamboo tubes, among many others. There is a universe implied in the gamelan sounds, which can elicit the sense of consonant order or dissonant chaos with equal ease, and it all adds up to a robust and deeply satisfying layering of sound that fill the ears literally, even as Elaine Buckholtz’s visuals and Jack Carpenter’s lighting fill the eye.

The thirty musicians of Gamelan Sekar Jaya’s ensemble make for an impressive centerpiece, enfolded by a U-shaped ramp along which unfolds the epic battle between Dewi Sri, the Balinese Rice Goddess and Bursasana, a demon who disturbs the order of the universe. Looming overhead is a rough circular hanging woven out of palms highlighted by a palette of light and shifting projections, but the bulk of the action takes place at the front of stage, where divine battles metamorphose into seemingly innocuous jaunts by tourists traveling through Bali or a masked dance turns into a modern rave. It’s a pleasing arrangement which places the musicians in the middle, and sometimes as a part, of the dance drama.

Part mythos and part morality play, “Kali Yuga” unfolds in seven episodes. There are ritualistically paced Balinese dances from the Rice Goddess – an elaborately costumed Tjokorda Isteri Putra Padmini -- and her four acolytes. I Ketut Rina unleashes savage gravelly screeches and raucous laughter as the demon Bursasana, who tempts “Kali Yuga” choreographer I Wayan Dibia, as the Man with Four Faces, while they dance an unsettling series of topeng or masked dances. There’s a nightclubbing rave, a kind of contemporary version of the Balinese warrior’s kecak dance. And as a modern tourist, Oakland rap artist Rashidi Oman-Byrd even throws in a few hiphop moves as he raps the words of Jakarta-based poet Goenawan Mohamed.

Ambitious in scope, “Kali Yuga” gets at a multiplicity of concepts, but underlying it, there is the sense that in a world wracked by violence, nightclub bombings, vice and corruption, there is still the hope of order and consonance rising from the chaos.

If the ending -- a few lines spoken by children -- seems inconclusive and vague, still “Kali Yuga’s” emotional resonance hangs in the air like the reverberant sounding of the gongs.

This review originally appeared in the Contra Costa Times.

Dance Review: David Dorfman's "underground"

"Would you overthrow your government? If not, why not?" Spoken quite matter-of-factly on the Yerba Buena Center stage, the question hangs in the air for a moment, as we all consider what it would mean.

In perhaps his most provocative work to date, David Dorfman turns a none-too-oblique gaze at contemporary apathy in underground, a multi-textured work that had its Bay Area premiere on September 21. His examination of activism and terrorism comes wrapped in a reminiscence of the "Days of Rage," when the '60s militant group, The Weathermen -- a splinter of the leftist Students for a Democratic Society -- waged a guerilla war against the U.S. government in protest of the Vietnam War. Bombings, riots -- they even busted Timothy Leary out of jail and got him to Algeria -- and yet, as revolutions go, the Weathermen's efforts to shake Americans from complacency through violence brought home to our doorsteps largely fizzled.

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Chitresh Das and Kathak at the Crossroads: Innovation within Tradition

For three days at the end of September, San Francisco played host to one of the biggest gathering of Indian dance gurus in the country. The brainchild of the Bay Area’s resident kathak guru Pandit Chitresh Das, this symposium cum festival brought a roster of kathak experts whose names might not be familiar to the casual dance-goer, but who, in Indian dance circles – represent the legends of this classical form.

The evening performances, held at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, were long – running for at least three to three and a half hours – more Indian dance than I had ever seen all put together in my life. But the sum of it made for a fascinating primer on the form, as well as a heartening look at an age-old genre of dance that is undergoing conscious reinvention at the hands of its own preservers.

For many kathak fans, without doubt, the highlight was the appearance on Friday night of the legendary Pandit Birju Maharaj, descendant of the famous Maharaj family whose influence on modern kathak cannot be underestimated. Credited with bringing the element of choreographed theater into the world of kathak, Maharaj was in his own time a modernizer and innovator. Perhaps he still is, if the busy schedule on his website (http://birjumaharaj-kalashram.com) is anything to go by.

True to the Lucknow gharana’s style, (Maharaj is considered this school of kathak’s leading exponent) his invocation to Govinda had an expressively elegant and subtle character. Clad simply in white with a gold and saffron belt, Maharaj gave us a slow burn of twining arms and hands along with the occasional whimsical quirk of a brow.

Is it because of the nature of the dance’s structure, or because of the gurus’ natural pedagogical leanings that each performance became a bit of a lesson? Whatever the reason, for those of us who have had little exposure to the form, it was a welcome part of the performance. It was during this point that I realized that something on the order of 80% of this audience lived and breathed these dauntingly complex rhythms – they clapped along with the musicians easily and were delighted by the challenge of a nine and a half beat metric. I’m lucky if I can discern the difference between ¾ time and 6/8 time, so unraveling the complex rhythms and bols of kathak, learning the tihais had become a little like trying to learn the game of chess simply by watching. I was fine up to a point, and then inevitably someone castled.

Maharaj, though, interjects small nuggets into his performance. “We see that there are different views, different ways,” he says, speaking of the symposium’s focus on the modernization of kathak, “but always, it’s dhaa-dhin-dhin-dhaa,” -- the simplest start to the rhythmic 16 beat cycle that kathak dancers call the “teental.” “The teental is symmetrical,” he continues, “but it always reaches to ‘1,’ to Krishna, to home.”

Maharaj, at 68, is a charming raconteur as well, and probably could have danced an entire evening of stories by himself. In one segment, he does what the jazz musicians call “trading fours” with the tabla player, using the rhythms of his ankle bells and the rolls of the tabla to depict a heroine (bells) being playfully chased through the forest by a hero (the tabla). And a padhant or recitation of rhythms, sketching out various kinds of birds, including a chicken running down the street with her chicks scurrying after her, was both dazzling and amusing.

Sharing the stage that evening with Maharaj was an accomplished group of musicians, including the renowned sarangi player, Pandit Ramesh Mishra.

Notable performances from the other dancers included that of Maharaj’s student Madhumita Roy, who has trained in both the Jaipur and Lucknow gharanas. Her explanation of the tukara as a rhythm that to her feels like a person trying to move forward even as someone else pulls them back from behind emerged compellingly in her composition depicting the childish impulses of Krishna, held back by his sense of duty as a king. A technically brilliant Prashant Shah also startled the audience with unusually secure turns and lightning fast footwork, as did Charlotte Moraga’s whirlwind manege of fast turns around the stage in Chitresh Das’ “Pancha Jati.”

Kathak, especially the Jaipur gharana brand, lends itself to a kind of rock star, virtuoso performance and it’s that side of kathak that comes forward most forcefully in Das’ recent collaboration with tapper Jason Samuels Smith in “India Jazz Suites.” Less a “fusion” per se, and more of a East-shakes-hands-with-West, this showstopper piece -- which features both Das’ Indian musicians as well as the jazz compositions of Marcus Shelby – brought down the house on Saturday night.

It was an evening that started at a high level of energy, with the wild and hot-blooded Rajendra Gangani, and a more delicate, but equally intense performance by Saswati Sen (also a disciple of Birju Maharaj). Sen’s compositions to a time cycle of nine and a half beats – a gift to her from Maharaj – was both seductive and a challenge intellectually. Everywhere in that rhythmically savvy crowd, we were visibly trying to keep up with the beat. In the dark, I could even see Gangani, who slipped into an empty seat after the break, keeping time along with her.

Theater Review: Mother Courage/As You Like It

What a difference good sound and lighting can make to a show. It may sound like the blinking obvious, but when you see the good stuff, you realize how much it elevates a production.

Take the recent shows from Berkeley Rep and Cal Shakes -- Bertolt Brecht's Mother Courage and Shakespeare's As You Like It, respectively -- both of which present smooth, professional results from what can be self-consciously theatrical material. Minor quibbles aside, both shows leave you in a thoroughly satisfied mood and a huge part of that is the effect of the setting, the lights and the music.

Interestingly enough, the talented Alexander V. Nichols designed the lighting for both shows, and for both, Gina Leishman created original scores. Well, gifted professionals are always in demand, especially when their work makes you look so good.

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Dance Review : ChoreoFest

On bright sunny afternoons, the Yerba Buena Gardens looks like the storybook picture of an urban oasis, with the waterfall rolling down on one side, sunbathers dotting the sloping hills and kids playing soccer on the green lawn. Perhaps it's not the most ideal setting for a dance performance. It's true that low flying pigeons don't usually buzz the audience in the nearby Center for the Arts Theater, nor is the music usually obscured by a passing Harley. But there's something pleasantly escapist about slipping out for lunch hour and seeing a free show, and when the show turns out to be well-conceived and satisfying, well, you feel as though you've gotten away with something.

The Yerba Buena Gardens Festival puts on free midday concerts and events through October, and this year for a week in August, the festival turned its focus on local choreographers and dancers, culminating in an hour-long program brought together by curator Brechin Flournoy and directed by Laura Elaine Ellis. Festivals that put their artists in a lineup and send them out one after the other are a dime a dozen, but for the Choreofest program Ellis eschewed such usual conventions and created instead a performance that blended and overlapped performers in a cohesive and engaging way. Just big enough to suit the outdoor expanse, and yet intimate enough to suit the eclectic style of the artists.

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Dance: little seismic dance at CounterPULSE

little seismic dance company
CounterPULSE
August 25-27, 2006

The spiffy CounterPULSE space was home to the debut of Katie Faulkner’s little seismic dance company in late August. What a perfect name for this new troupe, which delivered a small-scale, yet ground-shaking performance.

Over the last few years, Faulkner has appeared around the Bay Area, notably with AXIS Dance Company and Randee Paufve. This time, she presented a thoroughly stimulating program of mainly her own works, with an emphasis on varying textures and backgrounds delivered with the utmost care. One could only wish that every evening of dance was produced so well and with such taste.

From the outset, Faulkner’s choreography seemed to take in stride the constraints of the CounterPULSE space. Once a gallery for ICAN, the narrow stage -- which is deeper than it is wide -- has sometimes been a challenge for dance groups, although in this show, the dancers appeared to relish the unusual proportions. In “Fit of the Survivalist,” which opened the program, Janet Collard struggles to walk a long skewed line down the narrow space and the bodies compacting against each other, stacking on top of one another only heightens the sense of self-conscious dysfunctionality.

The canny use of environment and structures is there too in the “Shadow of Matter,” which premiered on this program. An investigation of physical and Newtonian mechanics between five dancers, (Collard, Margaret Cromwell, Rebecca Gilbert, Sonshorée Giles and Renée Waters), this rather lengthy piece was perhaps not as successful as “Survivalist” and yet, the stories of attraction and repulsion that Faulkner constructs between each dancer with their elastic and inelastic collisions had a visual momentum that carried not only from one dancer to the next, but also from one segment of the piece into the next.

In between on the menu of dances, Randee Paufve’s angular “In Exhale,” danced by Rebecca Johnson, was the only piece not created by Faulkner on the program. Johnson’s loose low hip swivels and double-hinging leg and arm swings were nicely counterposed by the almost runic shapes she created, but in the end the abstract piece felt fragmentary, like a movement study that didn’t seem to really go anywhere.

More finished was the clever “Decorum,” which Faulkner created for AXIS last year. A sly portrait of insiders (the gossiping Giles and Faulkner on a Victorian divan) and outsiders (Bonnie Lewkowicz, in her wheelchair in a square of light downstage), “Decorum” is detailed with specific phrases– a push here, a nod there – that repeated inexactly and sometimes off balance, adding up to an overall effect of emotive watchworks that swiftly devolve into chaos.

A filmed piece, “High Tide” gave the program an added dimension. Filmed out near the old Sutro Baths by J.C. Earle, this short subject follows four women-- Faulkner, Collard, Stephanie Ballas and Rebecca Gilbert—as they roam the ruined walls by the oceanside. In this conception, the film makes the choreography as much about what you don’t see as about what you do. Movement happens in fragments, or just out of reach of the camera, inviting instead, a much more specific focus on shape and form rather than on the overall spectacle.

Faulkner has pursued that impulse in her 2004 “Still,” danced with disquieting serenity by Collard under a bare light bulb to music by Slow Blow and sound design by Jacques Poulin-Denis. Swathed in a filmstrip garnished dress that could give any Project Runway outfit a run for its money, Collard’s strangely plumed odd bird gave her movements the occasional jerkiness of a silent film played at 24 frames per second. A fading silent film star or perhaps an embodiment of the entire era of the silver screen drawing its last gasp, Collard was riveting in her performance.

For this new venture, Faulkner has gathered a group of dancers who are clean, well trained, but most importantly, display no doubts or vagueness about the motivation of their movements. When Collard grasps her leg to lift it forward or shuffles the celluloid fringes of her skirt, we may only be guessing as to why she needs to do so, but she herself is clearly motivated by a lucid internal logic. It means that as an audience, we can continue to watch, satisfied in the knowledge that whatever we don’t comprehend at the moment will unfold and become clear as the piece progresses.

That clarity of purpose may be Faulkner’s greatest asset as a choreographer. She is undoubtedly meticulous – the costumes she created for each piece had none of the bargain-basement thrift store look, but were instead assembled with an eye to both color and functionality, with the added benefit of actually flattering the dancers. And her choreography is organically and engrossingly structured in a way that leads the viewer in gently and then traps them in a maze of unpredictable and yet compelling patterns. Ultimately it added up to a top-quality debut from a dancemaker we will hopefully see much more of in the seasons to come.

Theater Review : Super Vision

The Netizens of the world are in the midst of an identity crisis -- there is more information publicly available about each of us, and I have a sneaking suspicion that we have less to fear from the government's Echelon agencies snooping on our reading lists than we do from Amazon.com's patented shopper profiling technology. Heck, even the government is turning to the online giants to get its info. AOL recently ignited a firestorm by making public a detailed record of their users' online searches. They didn't have names attached to the searches, but the New York Times found it almost laughably easy to identify user No. 4417749 simply by analyzing what subjects she searched on.

This mounting identity crisis is precisely the subject of Super Vision, an elegantly, beautiful and disquieting multimedia production by The Builder's Association and studio dbox, which I caught at the Yerba Buena Center forthe Arts. Mixing cutting-edge computer technology with real-time action, it's a show that makes a powerful impact, visually and viscerally.

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Dance Review: West Wave Dance Festival

There are those who think of San Francisco's four week, eight program West Wave Dance Festival as a marathon, but I prefer to consider it an investment in the future. It's true that with works by 48 different choreographers -- and not all of it good -- it can seem like a bit of a slog. And I must confess that amongst the 24 that I saw at the Project Artaud Theatre, the dances ranged from seriously absorbing, to "Are you kidding me?" Still, West Wave's summer festival represents a bargain of a chance to sample a broad variety. If you tried to see all these dance-makers in their individual shows during the year you'd have -- well, you'd have a fulltime job as a dance critic.

In this year's lineup, many of the choreographers were new-ish to the San Francisco scene -- many of them look fresh out of college, and so do their dances. (I hope they still teach form and structure of choreography in school -- it wasn't always apparent.) But the festival also intersperses works -- often in progress -- from more experienced hands, and hopefully the opportunity to cross-pollinate and watch other work will be an education in and of itself.

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Dance Review: WestWave Programs 2 & 3

West Wave Dance Festival: Programs 2 & 3
Project Artaud Theater

At fifteen years old, the West Wave Dance Festival, which opened last week in the Project Artaud Theater in San Francisco has become one of the best places to see what the Bay Area’s modern dance choreographers are up to in the long summer months that stretch between one season and the next.

Boasting the work of some 48 choreographers, this year’s festival is a three week extravaganza that offers the many small companies and young choreographers of the area the opportunity to put their work -- some still in development, some excerpts of finished pieces – in front of an audience.

True, the festival’s early programs can be something of a mixed bag, with more polished pieces appearing side by side with ones that have the feeling of a college dance concert. Nevertheless, being there at the start of a young modern choreographer’s ventures is a tempting draw and the format of six to seven pieces per performance which the festival has settled into means that each program is nicely varied, but doesn’t outstay its welcome.

Both last Thursday and last Saturday night (Program 2 and 3), for instance, featured stark duets, a bit of theater, some dance played against video and a dash of slapstick humor.

In fact, it was pleasant to see a little levity in an arena where the dance is often about serious issues. In Kerry Mehling’s “Just a Little One,” Mehling takes on the persona of a 20s lounge lizard visiting a speakeasy. Her inebriated solo, accompanied by an equally inebriated monologue -- the text was Dorothy Parker’s short piece of the same title – from his young flapper date who appears larger than life on the video screen behind. Another video-dance work in Thursday night’s Program 2, Rebecca Wender’s “Afterward” took less advantage of its video component, failing to mesh the onscreen with the live action movement.

If Jenny McAllister’s “Only in Fairytales” – a series of miniature “Fractured Fairytales” -- was less rigorously executed, it still brought a few chuckles, but generally, the more literal “literary” pieces were often a weak point in the program. A danced version of Prospero’s Act V “but this rough magic I here abjure” speech from “The Tempest” took little advantage of the richly descriptive word imagery available, and Apryl Renee’s “Trope of Seuss” -- a riff on “Green Eggs and Ham” – couldn’t get past it’s own absurdity to evolve into more than a one-note vignette.

On the serious side, Sue Roginski and Christy Funsch’s “Alone Together” was easily the most clearly structured and cleanly executed investigation of space and form on the program. At times languid, and yet highly specific in the way they fit shapes together, Roginski and Funsch gave the work an internal logic that had a focus missing in other pieces.

Interestingly, the program also demonstrated the limitations of presenting a work in a theater setting. An excerpt of Cheryl Chaddick’s “Landslide” -- which her company performed last May in the underground rave hangout, the Gingerbread Warehouse, now called the Danzhaus – made less sense out of context and took on a histrionic tenor that missed the elegant sweep of Chaddick’s more choreographed sections of the same piece.

The nice thing about the West Wave Dance Festival is that these programs promise to only gain momentum as the festival continues this week and next and some of the strongest and most experienced contributors are yet to come.

In the next two weeks’ lineup of choreographers and dancers are reliably inventive dance-makers, including Manuel Biag’s always intriguing SHIFT>>> Physical Theater with a sneak preview of his latest work “The Shape of Poison” and the talented Amy Seiwert, whose “Tonic” will close Program 6 (Friday & Saturday, July 22-23).

And there will be no shortage of form and structure on Program 7 (Thursday & Friday, July 27-28), which will feature work from such experienced hands as Janice Garrett, Heidi Schweiker and the always exciting mixed-ability troupe, AXIS Dance Company. Benjamin Levy will reprise his “Violent Momentum” and there will be new pieces from Alex Ketley, and the promising Kate Weare. And Viktor Kabaniaev, who continues to develop a unique contemporary choreographic style, will be presenting a duet for Smuin Ballet’s Ethan White and Diablo Ballet’s Tina Kay Bohnstedt on Program 8 (Saturday & Sunday July 29-30).

WHAT: West Wave Dance Festival 2006
Program 4- Tuesday, July 18: Martt Lawrence, Patricia Banchik-Bell, Carmen Carnes, group A, Aura Fischbeck, Vanguard Dance Company

Program 5- Thursday, July 20: Linda Bair Dance Company, Katie Faulkner/little seismic dance, Monica Marks/UDanceElectra, Pappas and Dancers, Vispo Dance, Ross Dance Company

Program 6- Saturday-Sunday, July 22-23: Amy Seiwert, SHIFT>>> Physical Theater, Dance Ceres, Deborah Slater Dance Theater, Facing East Music + Dance, Alma Esperanza Cunningham Movement

Program 7- Thursday-Friday, July 27-28: Alex Ketley, LEVYdance, AXIS Dance Company, Kate Weare, Janice Garrett & Dancers, Heidi Schweiker

Program 8- Saturday-Sunday, July 29-30: KT Nelson (special guest appearance), SPOON, Navarrete x Kajiyama, Lisa Townsend Company, Viktor Kabaniaev, Randy Paufve

Program 9- Monday, July 24: A night of all dance and no tech, curated by Anna Dal Pino & John LeFan, At ODC Theater , 3153 17th Street at Shotwell, SF. This Program only, tickets: $10

Dance Review: Dandelion Dance Theatre's "Anicca"

Dandelion Dance Theatre
“Anicca”
Theatre of Yugen
July 14, 2006

A thoroughly naked man with a whistle on a lanyard around his neck and a clipboard in his hand greeted latecomers to a recent evening’s performance of Anicca. They shuffled apologetically into the Theatre of Yugen’s tiny Noh Space, clambering over the row of unclothed people sitting serenely on the floor, and tried so hard not to stare. Was it me, or did they all look just a little disinclined to remove their coats?

Lesson? Don’t be late to performances of Dandelion Dance Theater’s “Undressed Project” – the latest installment of which played at the Noh Space last weekend.

Anicca or Night Marsh II is not Oh! Calcutta! But neither is it a coy production. It’s all hanging out there, right from the start. Oh, sure, there are some clothes on the performers, but they mainly exist to be removed in this series of vignettes that start in the intimate box of the Noh Space, and then continue on the winding site-specific installation segment to culminate outside in the garden overlooking Alabama Street.

Nakedness, or clothedness, as relates to power is the core concept that lurks behind this anti-sartorial bit of dance-theater. It’s certainly not a new concept, choreographers have been doing this since time immemorial – recent exponents include Karen Finley, Pina Bausch, Glen Tetley, to name just a few -- but one begins to suspect that the performance is more of a culmination of a course of healing therapy than serious choreography. There’s a lot of tension-easing ribaldry in the spoken sidelong comments and the movement of the piece, but underlying it all is the question – how naked did it really need to be?

The assemblage of dancers features as wide a variety of shapes and sizes as you can imagine, with two mixed-ability performers, one who performs with a leg prosthesis and the other who works from her wheelchair. A circus barker spotlight, people running amok in BVDs to the music of the hyper-falsetto chansons of the Tiger Lilies, a guy playing Dvorak’s Humoresque on the violin as he’s denuded-- it all starts to look like a cross between healing arts therapy and burlesque.

Still there are a few moments of intriguing dancing. An opening duel between two tough guys who assert primacy by pants-ing each other is amusing, and there’s a gracefully contentious fight over a prosthetic leg and a pair of glasses that covers roughly the same territory. Perhaps the most touching is a solo in which a woman whose leg has been amputated recount the moments she spent locked in the remains of a grisly car wreck.

French choreographer Boris Charmatz once told dance critic Clive Barnes "The naked body hides every bit as much as it reveals." And what is of greatest interest in Anicca is the untold stories of these bodies, those tattoos and stretch marks. Frustrating, though, is the sense that the piece ultimately just scratches at the idea that a body is the story of one’s life -- that it can be just another costume, one more suit that we wear. The typical disinclination to reveal a body part (“The sleeves cover that scar,” “A high neckline hides the flabby skin,” etc.) is the story.

Anicca is hardly prudish and yet, it’s also hardly revelatory. As we rose to begin the walk through of the installation-art portion of the show, I couldn’t help thinking, “nakedness and emotion, vulnerability, a walk down the ‘Hall of Impermanence’ -- yes, I get it. But, then what?”

We entered the outside garden, where I observed -- over the heads of the twenty-odd naked performers who mingled among us -- the familiar San Francisco fog gently roiling over the streets toward us. Swathed to the lip in my typical summer attire – which includes a field jacket over a Polartec fleece, sealed with a 48-inch pashminette scarf -- I placed my well-clad derriere on the metal chairs next to a quizzical ceramic garden goat and thought to myself, “Brrr.”

And yet, the performers stood stoically quivering amongst us as yet another drama played out on a blood smeared carpet under the trees. I pulled on a pair of lined leather gloves and tried politely not to think about shrinkage. And I tried to concentrate on what was going on. “Difficult. Very cold,” it says in my notes. Other audience members huddled under blankets and finally, at the conclusion of the show, one of them tossed a blanket to the performers.

“Here! Now you can cover up!”

They made a beeline for the great indoors. The show was over.

This review originally appeared on KQED.org

Theater Review: "Permanent Collection" at the Aurora Theatre

I remember the first time I was ever drunk on art. Early in my college career, my Dad called. He was coming to Philadelphia by train and we were going to visit a mysterious place that a friend had told us about called the Barnes Foundation. He secured an appointment and I met him at the station in Merion, PA, about ten minutes outside of Philly on what is familiarly known as "the Mainline."

To get to the Barnes, you must pass the kind of immense mansions and neatly manicured estates that inspired Agnes Nixon to create the people and places of soap operas like All My Children and One Life to Live.

"What the heck is inside this place, anyhow?" we wondered as we walked through the Doric portico decorated with tiles of clearly African motif. Inside? A treasure trove of not just African but Egyptian, Greek, and Navajo art, not to mention some 181 paintings by Renoir, 46 Picassos, 59 Matisses, and more Cezannes than I had ever seen in my entire life. It was like seeing hundreds of old friends -- ones you'd known for years, but had never seen before. We had entered the playhouse of Dr. Albert C. Barnes, educator, art collector, and something of a cranky old codger.

That was back in the early nineties, shortly before the history of this mind-bogglingly priceless art collection took the tragic turn documented in Thomas Gibbons' intriguing play Permanent Collection.

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KQED Profile: Gang Situ

"Actually, I hate to use the words, 'East meets West.' We're getting closer. I see these lines ... disappearing."

-- Gang Situ

Music is in the blood for composer Gang Situ, whose mother was a mezzo-soprano with the Shanghai Opera and whose father was the music director and conductor of the Shanghai Philharmonic. Born in 1954 in Shanghai, Situ studied piano and violin at an early age. But as a teenager, Situ -- whose given name means "steel" -- was swept up in China's Cultural Revolution and was sent for a four-year "reeducation" that found him harvesting rice and gathering firewood in the countryside. Ironically, the experience would indirectly bolster his love of music, as he and his fellow workers would secretly listen to banned recordings of Western artists, such as David Oistrakh playing Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto.

In 1985, Situ arrived in the United States. He had only $40 to his name and spoke only a few words of English. By 1994, just nine years later, he had attracted notice as a composer with his Double Concerto for Violin and Erhu, which has since been performed by more than a dozen orchestras around the world, including the San Francisco Symphony.


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KQED Profile: headRush

The Oakland-based guerrilla performance group headRush is serious when it comes to taking their message to the streets. You can find them performing their brief but high-energy sketches not only in theaters, festivals and cafés, but also on sidewalks and in parking lots. The group brings its brand of urban poetry and satire to audiences wherever it finds them.

The brainchild of a trio of teacher-actors -- Rosa González, Simón Hanukai and Xago (Luís Juarez) -- headRush debuted at Oakland's Jahva House in September 2003. Calling themselves a "psycho-politico spoken-word theater crew," González, Hanukai and Juarez hoped to exhort and incite their viewers out of passivity using Chicano "teatro," a satirical agitprop style made popular in the 1960s by Luís Valdez and the farmworkers' El Teatro Campesino. Setting up wherever there is space to move, headRush's off-the-cuff improvisations and audience involvement recall the immediacy of Campesino's "actos," or one-act plays, which might have been performed on the back of flatbed truck or on a picket line.


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KQED Profile: San Francisco Young Playwrights

Giving young Bay Area playwrights the opportunity to develop their work is the goal of the San Francisco Young Playwrights Foundation, created in 2005 by Lauren Yee.

The author of over a dozen plays that have been produced for festivals and theaters around the world, Yee knew first-hand the benefits of gaining early writing experience. In high school and later as a Yale University student, she won awards and recognition from the California Young Playwrights Festival to the Florida Teen Playwright Festival. But despite the many programs available in her hometown of San Francisco for teen performers, Yee saw a lack of opportunities for students to hone their skills writing for the stage.


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Theater Review: Bigger Than Jesus

Rick Miller
“Bigger Than Jesus”
Cal Performances, Zellerbach Playhouse, UC Berkeley
Jun 20-24, 2006
Nobody has more issues than a lapsed Catholic. “All of the guilt, with none of the calories,” is what one of my friends used to say.

And lapsed Catholics lurk everywhere. I myself wanted to be a nun when I was nine years old. Maybe it was the ritual, the easily memorized litanies and the clear-cut rules that appeal to those at that first level of Piaget’s stage of moral development. No doubt my lapsed Catholic father was very much relieved when I stopped serving pretend Masses with Necco Wafers and talking about taking the veil.

Rick Miller’s one man show “Bigger than Jesus” -- which plays this weekend at Zellerbach Playhouse as part of Cal Performances’ season –reminded me of the view of religion that comes through childlike – which is not to say childish – eyes. I want to say it’s a naïve view, but not naïve in an ignorant sense, but rather in an innocent one.

Miller, a one man tour-de-force, gathered kudos for his “MacHomer” a Simpson’s-inspired telling of Macbeth, which Berkeley Rep presented earlier in the year. In Bigger Than Jesus” though, he delves into the story of the Messiah and the underpinnings of Christianity.

Loosely framed on a Catholic mass, Miller’s 75-minute play ranges across space and time, with Miller playing Jesus as, variously, a drawling professor-cum-Borscht Belt comedian, a proselytizing minister, and a hyperactive flight attendant. It’s a versatile performance that Miller reels off with deceptive ease, but like a child’s game of playing Mass, at the end it left me unmoved and oddly uninterested in asking any of the bigger questions like, Who is this God anyway?

Early on, we find ourselves at the start of Mass. Those with any kind of Catholic background found ourselves murmuring “Thanks be to God,” at appropriate moments, without even thinking about it. Someone speaking with priestly intonation in a darkened room and then pausing for our response – it just seemed natural.

The production itself, designed by Ben Chaisson and Beth Kates and directed by co-writer Daniel Brooks, is superb. A video screen in the back and a smooth white floor that doubles as a white board make a simple set, but Chaisson and Kates meld video and sound together to make the kind of seamless experience that is incredibly difficult to achieve. Live video cameras that feed real-time images merge with pre-recorded tape and live action with a skillfulness that eludes a lot of theater productions these days.

It’s a clever production, and Miller makes a genial host – never too pushy with ideas, always inclusive.

Often lurking under the rational skin of a lapsed Catholic is an undercurrent of rage, or at least indignation. But there’s no rancor to Miller’s performance and his journey plays more like a didactic lecture, rather than any kind of commentary. I wished he had a little more bite. His notes on the portrayal of the historical Jesus, the development of the Christian faith and its place in the world today aren’t new, by any means, and it felt as though he were perhaps a little afraid to utilize the fullness of sarcasm that I sensed lurking behind the words.

Still, Miller attacks the stage performance with phenomenal vigor and he can be raucously funny at times. At one point he prowls the house, planting a kiss on the mouth of a surprised man in the front row of the audience. He turns the camera on us and exhorts us to wave our arms ridiculously in the air as if we were at a revival meeting.

“Quick, get your arms up before he comes over here!” my husband hisses at me. “You saw him, he’s crazy!”

And a re-enactment of the Last Supper using a five-inch plastic Jesus action figure (I believe I’ve seen the package and it says that he has “poseable arms and wheels in his base for smooth gliding action”) bopping along to a send-up of “Gethsemane” from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “Jesus Christ Superstar” is utterly hilarious.

But Miller can also be touchingly honest and open about his own confusion. Perhaps his best moments are the revealing ones, where we find out little snippets of what he himself believes. But so much of the show is him not being Rick Miller that I began to wonder if he were afraid to directly address his own religious confusion.

In the end, the bigger questions were still there, waiting to be asked.

This review originally appeared on KQED.org.

KQED Profile: Basil Twist

“Puppetry is much deeper than people give it credit because it’s about life and death and what is the frontier there.”

-- Basil Twist

A San Francisco native, Basil Twist first became interested in puppetry through his mother, who was president of the San Francisco Puppeteers Guild. After stints working with designer and Broadway director Julie Taymor and the Swedish Cottage Marionette Theater in New York's Central Park, Twist became the first American to study at France's École Supérieure Nationale des Arts de la Marionnette.

He lives in New York's Greenwich Village, where he dreams up his shows and constructs puppets in a basement workshop. Spark caught up with Twist in San Francisco, where he was collaborating with dancer Joe Goode and playwright Paula Vogel to stage "The Long Christmas Ride Home" at the Magic Theatre.

Twist first made a splash in 1995 with "The Araneidae Show." Since then, he has won a Bessie Award for the show and been nominated for a Drama Desk Award for "Tell Tale." Though well versed in traditional forms, Twist often creates his own blended styles, pushing boundaries to adapt them to new theatrical expectations.

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Dance Review: Joe Goode's "Stay Together"

Joe Goode Performance Group
“Stay Together” and “Deeply There”
Yerba Buena Center for the Arts
through June 11, 2006

Given the polished intellect and sheer professionalism that the Joe Goode Performance Group gives to maverick theater, it’s a little bit surprising that the company has never before paired up with that other maverick leader in town, Michael Tilson Thomas. But if the success of Friday’s premiere of their first collaboration “Stay Together” is anything to go by, this won’t be their last joint effort.

At twenty years old, the company is something of a San Francisco institution and the articulate Goode himself is well-deserving of his reputation as one of the most intriguing and offbeat theater masters around. And given how strong and carefully assembled his shows always are, it’s not a heavy criticism to say that the music has always been the weakest element. But the singsong tunes often seem to imply that this is a group of dancers not wholly comfortable with singing onstage, and the musical interludes scores were more often than not stitched together from a variety of sources.

Inspired by one of Tilson Thomas’s offbeat songs, and with an original score by the maestro, however, “Stay Together” knits concept with musical execution in a satisfying way, and at last, we feel that the wit of the music matches that of the theatrics.

And theatrical it is, blending video with stage and recorded with live, in a seamless and yet quirky and thoughtful way.

Suspended over the stage are two large screens, mirrored by a pair of small television screens to one side that display rotated versions of the same images. Strong dark lines run across a wash of red in the back of the space -- almost like a screwy horizontal hold on a TV screen broadcasting a Mark Rothko painting. And below in the darkened space, the dancers seem almost dwarfed by their surroundings.

In “Stay Together,” Goode plays Bob, a visual artist whose relationships loosely tie together the characters – notably his lover Bertie (Melecio Estrella), a manager played by Liz Burritt. It’s never quite clear what kind of artist Bob is. Perhaps an avant-garde video artist like Bill Viola, or a Mark Rothko sort of painter -- though the occasional voiceover intoning instructions to the dancers as they appear on the screens seems to indicate the former.

It’s a fractured view of existence, reflected in the fractured video effects and the zany episodes scattered throughout the work.

Goode’s ever-talented mainstay, Burritt creates yet another disarmingly neurotic character as she mugs in front of an onstage camera with her face projected in IMAX proportions behind her. Lines that could read as banal, are instead in her hands droll and amusing.

“I tell myself, ‘Stay together, listen deeply and something good will happen,’” she drawls, “I don’t know how that’s going to work out…” Meanwhile, four dancers move beside her slowly, like architectural exclamation points to her monologue.

As always, Goode’s monologues are wordy, and the work as a whole comes in many layers, like a neatly packed portmanteau. But the pleasure of it ultimately is in our mental unravelling of the imagery. Occasionally, the words pass us by, barely registering as we focus on disembodied heads running through a gamut of expressions as they floating over the space. Curiously, this has the effect of magnifying small moments and snippets of the monologue, without ever bringing them clearly into focus. Then just as you begin to get a grip on the deeper meaning of what a character might be saying, the faces melt away into storm clouds drifting lazily across the screens leaving behind a ghostly echo, a mix of taped and live effects that happens seamlessly.

The second half of the program is given to “Deeply There,” a work created in 1998 and trimmed here from evening length to fifty minutes. It is probably Goode’s best known work and to many, his best work.

The setting takes us back to the height of the AIDS epidemic, which coincidentally began twenty-five years ago. But anyone who’s ever kept vigil at a dying person’s bedside will instantly recognize the scene. Relatives and friends tiptoeing quietly about a house and warning newcomers not to be shocked by the fragility of the person in the bed.

There is truthfulness in the duet for Goode and the young Joshua Rauchwerger, who show that in essence, Goode’s choreography and drama is really about getting back to what some might call child’s play and others might call simple honesty. The silly comic moments -- a Jackie O dance led by Ruben Graciani, the rising hysteria of Burritt’s musings on the gay lifestyle – are interposed with tender poignant ones, such as the affecting Marit Brook-Kothlow’s turn as the family dog who considers what it means to be left alone.

Compared to the elegantly assembled “Stay Together,” “Deeply There” can seem wordy, even fussy. The video effects are less experienced and the transitions are less graceful, but there is a core of rage and raw feeling that suffuses this particular piece, and leave a deep impression of the bittersweet experience of saying farewell.

This review originally appeared in the Contra Costa Times.

The world in Inbal Pinto's "Oyster"

Inbal Pinto – ‘Oyster’
San Francisco Performances, Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, San Francisco
May 7, 2006

That sense of unease began with the sound of the wind, blowing across a vast, deserted space. As the twilight glow came up on Inbal Pinto and Avshalom Pollak’s “Oyster,” a little shiver went down my spine.

Outside of the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, crowds of people were lolling in the green lawn, enjoying the warm sunny afternoon, but the less fortunate they, because those of us who had wandered into Pinto’s dark cavern of circus freaks were in for a wild ride.

Pinto, who is a former member of Israel’s acclaimed Batsheva Company, incorporates many familiar theatrical touches into her sideshow – the white-face makeup, zany costumes, a bare stage framed by naked light bulbs that suggest a dilapidated carnival – but the pleasure of “Oyster” is not that it breaks new ground, but in how expertly she and collaborator Pollak have put the elements together.

We’ve seen duets with aerial work before, but rarely done with such ease and insouciance. Dancers have been strung and manipulated like puppets before, but rarely with such creepy implications. But “Oyster’s” cavalcade of sideshow freaks displays a canny understanding of the real art of pantomime, and though it has been categorized by presenter San Francisco Performances as “dance,” it’s really a skillful theater piece.

The twelve members of the troupe take on personas that defy adequate description, ranging from circus animals – performing dogs, elephants, etc. – to a double headed barker, whom I found to be as disturbing as “Laughing Sal,” the coin-operated doll that used to stand in San Francisco’s Musee Mecanique. The music runs from Astor Piazzolla to Yma Sumac, from old standards to throaty humming, many of which never before seemed so sinister or unfamiliar.

Faded carnies every one, the characters run through their paces, and at the end of the day, doff their accoutrements and sit down to amuse each other. The weary atmosphere has a tincture of forlorn sadness about it – though not of the self-pitying variety, but rather the kind that made characters like Emmett Kelly’s Weary Willie or Chaplin’s Little Tramp so compelling. Why do we watch them? Why do we watch sideshows? Is it that they evoke macabre fascination or empathy? And, Pinto seems to ask, what does that say about us?

San Francisco Ballet: Saying good-bye to Yuri Possokhov, Stephen Legate and Peter Brandenhoff

San Francisco Ballet
Farewell Gala, May 5, 2006
War Memorial Opera House, Van Ness Avenue at Grove, San Francisco

In a specially arranged, almost impromptu tribute at the War Memorial Opera House for retiring San Francisco Ballet dancers, Yuri Possokhov, Stephen Legate and Peter Brandenhoff, an introspective program of solos, duets and trios created an atmosphere tinged with wistful romance not unlike that of a love affair that’s ending.

It was an evening of was ballet for grown-ups, with nary a fouette to be seen, but loads of the finely-honed dancing of the sort that speaks of the years of experience these men bring to the stage.

Jerome Robbins’ dreamy nocturnal ballet, “In the Night,” opened Friday night’s program. This intimate and subtle series of duets for three couples isn’t for everyone -- the dancers often do no more than merely walk to the introspective Chopin piano nocturnes, which were delicately rendered by Roy Bogas -- but in the hands of the right artists it can be transporting.

Robbins had a knack for drawing back the curtain on the internal life of the characters of his ballets and “In the Night” offers a study of introspection, sensitivity and temperament. It’s not a psychological ballet, but it requires a perceptiveness about human interaction which makes it a perfect vehicle for the talents of Legate and Possokhov not to mention their colleagues.

Partnering a lovely Rachel Viselli, Legate was attentive and self-effacing, bringing both finesse and freshness to the portrayal of the youthful rush of passion. In the second duet, Muriel Maffre and Damian Smith presented a different portrait, with Smith a dashing and somewhat haughty partner to Maffre’s pensive consort.

Lorena Feijoo was wild and heartfelt with Possokhov, who looked remarkably boyish in their contentious pas de deux. Possokhov’s reliability and generosity as a partner never fails to bring out abandon in his ballerinas, who look like they trust him implicitly, even if the characters they are playing are quarreling.

On the surface, “In the Night” looks like individual sketches – the sweep of first love, the serenity of a married couple, the tantrums of another couple – but there is more to the story than that. The six dancers here imbue the ballet with a past subjunctive mood that evokes regrets, longings, desires, all underlined in a moment when the three couples encounter each other. Smith and Legate face off silently in the background while Maffre looks on, abashed. A rivalry, a failed love affair? The finale leaves you with many more questions than when it started.

After a brief intermission, the crowd went wild for Possokhov in “Revelation,” a solo choreographed by Motoko Hirayama to the violin theme from “Schindler’s List.” Clad in dark pants and an open red shirt, Possokhov expertly drove the audience through the emotional highs and lows of the vignette. Though no one would claim he is at the peak of his physical powers, he can still loft tours into the air with whisper soft landings, and this deeply felt meditation brought the audience to its feet.

Hans van Manen’s fiendishly rapid-fire “Solo,” danced by three men to a recording of a Bach violin solo, was the only opportunity of the evening to see Brandenhoff dance, and he made the most of it, delivering his complex steps with acuity. Joined by Legate and a brilliant Pascal Molat, the three men gave the rat-tat-tat of the choreography extra dimension with sly interplay between them.

Possokhov returned with Yuan Yuan Tan in the fervid balcony scene from Helgi Tomasson’s “Romeo & Juliet.” Tan is all airy grace, but you have the sense that the illusion is accomplished by Possokhov who is mysteriously at her side to sweep her into the air.

In “My Funny Valentine,” an excerpt from Lar Lubovitch’s “…smile with my heart,” Tina LeBlanc and Legate effortlessly meshed together in a quirky pas de deux. At the end a fan lobbed a bouquet onto stage as the two came forward for a bow and LeBlanc scurried forward to snatch it up and knelt to present it to Legate – knowing that if he got to it first he’d give it to her instead, because that’s the kind of guy he is.

The evening closed with Maffre and Possokhov taking the stage in the “Summer” pas de deux from Christopher Wheeldon’s “Quaternary.” The audience in the War Memorial Opera House was so intensely concentrated on the performance, so silent, that you could literally hear the 60-cycle hum of the fluorescent bulbs framing Jean-Marc Puissant’s pale, oblong backdrop.

Possokhov will dance it again in New York when the company tours to the Lincoln Center Festival in July, and then he’ll take up his post as Choreogrpher-in-Residence at San Francisco Ballet – an offer that relieves those of us who feared he’d would be snatched up by another ballet company and we’d miss the pleasure of seeing his work. Legate will move on to study chiropractic medicine in Southern California, where his wife, the incomparable Evelyn Cisneros, will take over the helm of Ballet Pacifica’s school. And as for Brandenhoff, one suspects that we have not seen the last of him onstage.

In the mean time, we will have to comfort ourselves in the knowledge that, with Smith, Molat, Maffre, Tan, LeBlanc and the many other beautiful artists of the company, dance of this caliber will return next season.

This review originally appeared in the Contra Costa Times.

Diablo Ballet: Sleepless Nights

Diablo Ballet
‘Who Cares?’ ‘3 A.M. Suite,’ ‘Pas de Quatre et Pas de Six’
Dean Lesher Regional Center for the Arts
March 24, 2006

Dancers kick in their sleep.

Like catnapping felines, they twitch and jitter as they dream about arabesques and passes, and sometimes they deliver a good swift battement that sends the covers flying. Could such a

“3 A.M. Suite,” Viktor Kabaniaev’s restive new ballet sends Bohnstedt on a journey through vaguely dreamlike terrain, populated by bodies moving with an ominous undercurrent. Kabaniaev doesn’t sketch out the details of these characters, and there is no need to. Are these people, dream-ideas, the embodiment of worries preying on her inner mind? We may never know, but, in fact the piece seems all the more intriguing for not knowing.

As “3A.M. Suite” begins, to an insistent, thrumming score created by Sam Chittenden, Bohnstedt is a diminutive figure in space, apparently tossing in her sleep with legs dangling over the orchestra pit and arms writhing in a slow semaphore. Against the expanse of the Lesher Center stage – looking wider than usual with the bare walls, backstage emergency exits and light trees exposed -- Mayo Sugano slips by looking fearless and precise, as does Edward Stegge, who looks exceptional in this clean, modern-ballet style of choreography. Cynthia Sheppard, Matthew Linzer and David Fonnegra lurk in the shadows of the stage, asserting themselves briefly only to vanish.

Kabaniaev’s work looks like it takes cues from the William Forsythe philosophy of pulling the impulse of a step from different areas of the body and creating oppositional lines of movement. Alonzo King’s LINES Ballet delivers a similar effect, but where King’s choreography can often look too introverted and self-absorbed, Diablo’s dancers have turned the focus outward in “3 A.M. Suite,” bringing a layer of added dramatic intensity that is, quite frankly, a little chilling. It lends the perfect feeling of unease to the dreamy theme.

Linzer, who was brightly gallant in “Who Cares?” -- which opened the program -- was dark and mysterious here. And Fonnegra – dancing with Fred Astaire grace in the “Liza” segment of Who Cares?” -- made a understated partner for Bohnstedt in a duet in which every move, every lift, every balance, looked both calculated and inscrutable.

Linzer and Fonnegra, along with Jekyns Pelaez, made handsome partners to Lauren Main de Lucia, Amy Foster and Sheppard, respectively, in “Who Cares?” Diablo Ballet performs a concert version of this George Balanchine crowdpleaser, which includes the duets and solos for three couples, and it makes for a pleasant enough diversion, although it does lack a bit of context.

For all its lightheartedness, “Who Cares?” is not fluff. It demands a certain technical brilliance along with an offhanded delivery and among the women, only Main really served this up in her solo of hair-raising turns to “My One and Only.” Foster needed a bit more lightness in the jumps and beats to match her engaging smile in “Stairway to Paradise,” while the intricacy and speed simply seemed to elude Sheppard, whose footwork was blurry and not well-syncopated in “Fascinating Rhythm.” Still she and Pelaez made a relaxed and likeable couple in the opening “The Man I Love” number. Fonnegra also brought a jazzy elegance to his duet with Foster danced to the title song.

Jazziness is the watchword for Nikolai Kabaniaev’s saucy “Pas de Quatre et Pas de Six,” which closed the evening. After dancing all night, the company gave this signature ballet – a deconstruction of the classical idiom to modern backbeats – a thoroughly energetic push, to the delight of the crowd, who responded warmly to every solo.