Mobster Benjamin “Bugsy” Siegel hated the nickname Bugsy and refused to allow people to call him that to his face. The nickname referenced ‘bugs’ as in a little crazy in the head, as in bugs in the brain. Bugsy’s early Mob career was as a hit man and bootlegger in the New York and surrounding areas. He achieved considerable respect from the Mob bosses who eventually dispatched him to Las Vegas where he embarked on huge construction projects including the building of the Flamingo Hotel and Casino. Due to excessive spending and mismanagement of Mob funds by Bugsy, the Flamingo was not completed in the time or manner as expected. This embarrassed and angered the Mob which became fed up with Bugsy's antics and ordered a couple bullets to his head – delivered while he was relaxing and reading the newspaper one evening.
So, is there a good ballet in all this? Yes, there is. Did we see it in
Melissa Barak’s “Call Me Ben” which premiered at NYCB last evening? Mmmmmm . . . .
What we saw was the ballet equivalent of an off-off Broadway production that needs reworking and the heavy hand of an experienced producer who can weed out what doesn’t work and pump up what does
before the production lands on a prime stage. The problem – ballet doesn’t have anything like a
Hal Prince, and ballet company Artistic Directors are reluctant to seize that kind of authority over new choreography. Worse problem – the current crop of youngish ballet choreographers have not been embraced by choreographic mentors who can help guide them and temper the auto-praise and false-hearted applause that is so pervasive in the theater community.
"Wonderful, wonderful, Darling, kiss, kiss."
So Haglund calls on
Twyla Tharp and
Susan Stroman to go see “
Call Me Ben” and then grab Melissa Barak by the arm and begin the long mentoring process of developing this enormously talented choreographer. Twyla had the benefit of working with
Baryshnikov and
Robbins; Stroman with
Mel Brooks. Each of these women owes it to the art form to reach out to the next generation of choreographers and help push them forward. If Melissa doesn’t hear from either one of them, she should reach out to them.
Haglund hopes that Melissa found the time to catch
John Neumeier’s Lady of the Camellias to get a glimpse of a superb ballet by one of the art form’s few living great storytellers. There is one more performance this Monday. No one should miss it.
Melissa’s latest offering has a number of elements new to her choreographic style which show her eager to expand her craftsmanship and willing to take big risks to accomplish something unique. The ballet utilizes dialogue effectively to move the story along. The dialogue (co-written by NYCB's Ellen Bar) was crisp and humorous, but was delivered with the
afraid-of-the-sound-of-their-own-voices style by dancers who were being asked to speak on stage for the first time. The lines should be executed with the power of a grand jete, not a bourree.
Robert Fairchild, as Bugsy, showed the most theatrical polish with his lines and God only knows how many Broadway stages he will dress when he’s finished at NYCB.
One of the effective devices used in the piece was when Bugsy was engaged in a spotlighted affair downstage with Virginia Hill (played by the glamorous
Jenifer Ringer) and he suddenly began thinking about his wife and kids who were depicted in shadowed form upstage. It worked.
Another device was the use of a long table around which the Mob bosses conferred and reluctantly voted to order the hit on Bugsy. The same table was used in an earlier scene where Bugsy argued over the Flamingo’s construction plans, and it was used again when a deflated Bugsy sat down on the eve of his execution. It worked.
The scene after the hit was one of the most energetic of the evening as SAB students
Joshua Shutkind and
Kyrian Friedenberg came flying out of the wings as the paper boys pushing the latest headline about Bugsy’s demise with their enthusiastic “
Extra! Extra! Read All About It!”
The actual ballet choreography was full of craft. Melissa’s ability to string steps together, to create a sensual and dramatic PdD, to move groups around and to create an arc continues to progress. The conflict and development, the climax, the resolution were all dealt with clearly through the choreography and dramatic staging, but the dancers were sometimes reluctant to infuse the steps and acting with their own senses of drama and comedy. This was new territory for them as well. Everyone should just cut loose.
The music, a commissioned score by prodigy
Jay Greenberg, had a tremendous amount of drama built into it. He clearly took his assignment seriously. If we could entice the very young Mr. Greenberg to hang out with ballet dancers (they're cool, young, funny, and just as obsessed as composers) and become enamored of the art form, we might benefit from some beautiful new ballet scores. However, choreographers could now look at Mr. Greenberg’s existing body of work for lush melodies and inspiration for romantic ballets.
The
Santiago Calatrava painted backdrops included huge palm trees that evoked the idea of Las Vegas and then a darker, reddish watercolor for the latter part of the ballet around the time that Bugsy takes the hit.
The costumes by Gilles Mendel were beautiful time-inspired pieces, but were designed to be a show in themselves.
The lighting design by Mark Stanley was excellent especially in its dramatic spotlighting and shadowing.
So, in summary, “
Call Me Ben” wasn’t really ready for a prime stage, but it clearly illustrated a burgeoning choreographic talent who we need to watch closely and for whom we need to offer as many non-prime stages as we can find for the incubation of her craft.
Haglund bestows this Calatrava-inspired
Pump Bump Award to Melissa's new work which was a brave new step in the right direction: