Movie review: Joffrey: Mavericks of Dance

The Joffrey’s back in New York City for one week at Cinema Village.  Bob Hercules’ movie Joffrey: Mavericks of Dance premiered on April 27th. Back in 1956 the Robert Joffrey Theater Dancers numbered six: three girls and three boys. They set out to make modern and contemporary American ballets and Joffrey, with its archival footage, will be an eye-opener for anyone unfamiliar with them.

 

This encapsulating documentary tells the story through the eyes of former company members; some, like ABTs Kevin McKenzie, went on to lead elsewhere. In Joffrey we feel the passion for ballet. Luckily, as Chicago-based critic Hedy Weiss says on screen, the company is still in the making.

In 1995, the Joffrey (with forty dancers) found a new home in Chicago. Hard to believe it was so long ago that trios, quartets, and quintets of slim girls in pink tights, “bun-head” pupils from the Joffrey School, strolled New York’s Avenue of the Americas on their break.

In their decades here, the Joffrey recovered several times over. Survival ultimately meant leaving for more welcoming digs. They went through dire periods. Their major supporter decamped to build a company of her own, with most of the Joffrey dancers in tow. Joffrey, co-artistic director Gerald Arpino, and a few holdouts were back to square one. When they lost NEA funding, they lost dancers again. Luckily, the school could replenish with its best pre-professionals. The ADs made a point of diversity and focused on dance intelligence rather than how well the dancer fit the ballet body-type mold.

They created ballets infused with modern and contemporary themes. Joffrey’s Astarte (1967) is a psychedelic ballet that came out of his club experience. “It’s a light show, it’s sexy, it’s free, it’s outrageous” wrote Anna Kisselgoff in The New York Times. Trinity (1970) is Arpino’s tribute to our soldiers fighting in Vietnam. His choreographic style was looser and this work includes dancers’ improvised disco steps. A rebel, a spiritual, and a sexual character represent youth of the day, to music of the time.

Joffrey gave Twyla Tharp a first assignment and she created the classic Deuce Coupe. They commissioned works by other mavericks: Paul Taylor, Mark Morris, William Forsythe, and Léonide Massine. When the company hit financial bottom, the pop idol Prince gave them free rights to his music. With that, Arpino commissioned choreographers Laura Dean, Charles Moulton, Margo Sappington and Peter Pucci to collaborate on Billboards. Kisselgoff called it “a true rock ballet of the 1990s.” Many critics pooh-poohed these strange, exaggerated modern ballets but audiences kept coming.

Joffrey was also concerned with preserving important early modern classics like Massine’s “Parade.” They brought in the experts. Millicent Hodson and Kenneth Archer staged their reconstruction of Vaslav Nijinsky’s lost Le Sacre du Printemps, and Kurt Jooss worked with the company on The Green Table.

At 57 Joffrey died of AIDS (kept secret as per custom in 1988). His loss was a shocking blow.  Eventually, Arpino came into his own after the company left New York.  He worked until 2007 and one year later, he too passed away. They were like parents, said former Joffrey dancers on Joffrey. One, Ashley Wheater, carries on as Artistic Director.

Like the company itself, Hercules called on experts. Sasha Anawalt, who wrote the 1996 book on the Joffrey, also speaks in this delightfully life-like and conversational survival tale.

Dance Review: Who’s Zoo?

Mid-March, the British choreographer Michael Clark sent out an open call for dancers and dance enthusiasts. The chosen worked with the company and performed in the second ticketed dance offering in this year’s Whitney Biennial. “The idea is that dance is for everyone and not elitist.” said one of the group in an open rehearsal. It was lively in contrast to the Michelson afternoon sessions.  Recorded Relaxed Muscle music rocked. Cast members invited museum goers onto the Marley and worked one-on-one teaching them the simple sequence of walks, turns, and arm extensions. About thirty on the floor ran through it in unison early Thursday afternoon, April 4. Band instruments sat ready in wait at the far end of the vast gallery for the four pm show Who’s Zoo?. The promising premise fell short at that point. Read the rest of this entry »

Dance Review: Sadler’s Wells London / Sylvie Guillem at David H. Koch Theater

Nureyev, in his time as director, appointed an exceptional nineteen year-old Paris Opera Ballet dancer Sylvie Guillem étoile, star. Twenty-eight years later she’s touring a program of works she and Sadler’s Wells commissioned from three of the world’s most relevant living ballet choreographers. Her celebration of dancing life was in rehearsal during the tsunami and earthquake in Japan. With deep sympathy she named her production 6000 Miles Away. Read the rest of this entry »

Photography review: Zwirner artist’s larger-than-LIFE “photojournalism”

The large Stan Douglas photographs in his current exhibit titled Disco Angola remember mid-1970s scenes in New York and Angola, which won its independence while we danced. Read the rest of this entry »

Review of Restless Eye

David Neumann and his Advanced Beginner Group aspire to the irrational in Restless Eye, at New York Live Arts March 25th. The choreographer’s directions are spoken out loud, but the dancers oppose them. Yet the group’s memorable movement motifs, carefully constructed contrapposto poses, and symmetrical round patterns abide nature’s rational order, Read the rest of this entry »

new generation

Ishmael Houston-Jones’s final curation in Platform 2012: Parallels at Danspace Project March 22-24 brought together dances by new African-American choreographers Samantha Speis and Marjani A. Forté, and Kyle Abraham who is already a mover and shaper of American contemporary dance. The two-month downtown program importantly asks what black dance isRead the rest of this entry »

Sarah Michelson and Americana in Devotion Study #1—The American Dancer

The great Russian-born choreographer George Balanchine’s words are jumping-off points for Sarah Michelson’s new Devotion Study #1. It is the first of two dance works in the 2012 Whitney Biennial (and a great draw for dance lovers). The program notes for it comprise only credits, copious acknowledgments, and a Mr. B quote—printed twice. Here’s most of it, “America has its own spirit—cold, crystalline, luminous, hard as light…Good American dancers can express clean emotion in a manner that might almost be termed angelic…when they relate a tragic situation, [they] do not themselves suffer.” Read the rest of this entry »

Stephen Petronio performed Intravenous Lecture in designer prison stripes and copper colored shoes on the Petronio Company’s 2012 Joyce opening night. Postmodern master and mentor Steve Paxton made the structured improvisation in 1970 after a presenter cancelled a work of his that had 40 nude redheads crossing the stage. The censure had been an invasive procedure and he needed hydration.  Read the rest of this entry »

Petra Van Noort, Jeffrey Duvall, Kevin Ho in Tiffany Mills's Berries and Bulls. Photo: Julie Lemberger

Petra Van Noort, Jeffrey Duval, Kevin Ho, and Emily Pope-Blackman alternate in “duets” in Tiffany Mills’s modern dance-play Berries and Bulls. But the partners veer off to solo instead. Their proclivity for isolation is understandable considering the rough and tumble coupling. Nevertheless, it spawns some beautiful and poignant moments. Performing at Baryshnikov Art Center March 2 in a short three-night season, they were pointing to alienation in dance and in relationships. Read the rest of this entry »

From my 2011  Disco Dance :

Berry Gordy invited the Jacksons (they reunited for the event) to the 1983 televised Motown 25 anniversary celebration. The occasion prompted Michael’s breakthrough performance of his evolved “Billie Jean” solo, wearing his one white glove, a fedora (which he promptly cast away)… Jackson’s preferred dancing shoes were dress loafers. He pivoted on the toe-ends as if smashing imaginary insects or burning embers into the floor. Twice he seemed to float backward in his moonwalk, to squeals from the audience. This slippery move and his high steps, his excited equine run-in-place, brought the greatest delight. For a split second, with his bent knees close and his feet apart, he looked at the audience like a sly fox while resting on his toes in the iconic s-pose in a kind of bow. Fred Astaire complimented him on his routine. “You knocked them on their asses out there, kid. You’re an angry dancer, there’s rage in your feet”