Haglund's Heel

ABT fails to learn from its mistakes

        Take away the smoke, laser lights, Kabuki makeup, and odd-for-the-sake-of-odd costumes, and what is left of Wayne McGregor’s Woolf Works are the same old neck rolls, rib rolls, arm rolls, twisting women to extremes, arbitrary limb jerking, walking around trying to look dramatic, and posing that we saw in his spectacular failure AfterRite six years ago. Basically, Wayne McGregor is posing as a choreographer. And ABT is posing so precariously on its last legs that many just want to knock it over, clear the rubble, and forget about it. It loses half of its Met Season, is unable to find a replacement venue, and then wastes a quarter of the reduced season on an insipid, worthless production for which it should apologize and offer every patron a refund. And also offer to pay for damages to each patron’s auditory nerve from the bombastic noise that was labeled as Max Richter music.

 

        What a disastrous waste of money, time, and everyone’s talent. Woolf Works has little - nearly nothing - to do with Virginia Woolf’s texts, style, themes, or life. The choreographer has used an association with Woolf’s writing and life as gimmicks to brand his work as having some intellectual value when in fact it is empty as a drum. We can be grateful that Wayne McGregor didn’t decide to use Joyce’s Ulysses as a basis for his nonsense choreography. Surely, the Irish Nationalists would have hunted him down.

 

        And yet, ABT is all pretend-smiles, hoping that if they put out media that all the dancers just love performing Wayne McGregor’s choreography that it will translate into audience acceptance. There were audible boos at yesterday’s matinee where fewer than a quarter of the seats were filled. Quite frankly, nobody cares if the dancers like the choreography. We know that they will basically do anything in order to get on stage. If ABT tells the dancers to don paper bags and yodel, they will do it and put out Instagram media that it is a wonderful opportunity.

 

        What is so distressing about the repetition of mistakes by the artistic management is that it has plans to bring something even potentially worse next year. ABT has chosen another non-balletic, modern dance choreographer who has made nothing of value worthy of being on the Met Opera stage and she’s going to apply all her ballet knowledge to Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment to create another magnificent and expensive debacle. ABT needs to stop recklessly swinging for the fences. 

 

        If people want a laser light show beamed out to the audience, they should go to Madison Square Garden where every gimmick is regularly employed. Big fail, ABT. Perhaps the biggest fail in its history.

 

 

ABT @ the Met Onegin 6/18

        If there was any question as to whether Lensky simply failed to get a shot off or chose to allow Onegin to kill him during their duel, it wasn’t answered on Tuesday night at ABT’s opening performance of Onegin in which Jake Roxander gave a terrific portrayal of Lensky’s ambivalence during Act II of John Cranko’s brilliant ballet based on Alexander Pushkin’s legendary poem. Roxander as Lensky, the brooding poet, who was humiliated in front of high society by his best friend’s flirtations with his girlfriend, initiated the duel with Onegin but seemed conflicted right up to the last moment as to what he should do. Neither Lensky nor Onegin could walk away from the challenge without injuring his own pride. And so the duel proceeded and concluded by shattering the lives of all four main characters.

        Debuting as Lensky, Roxander displayed theater skills equal to his heralded technical skills. His Lensky wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to Olga, dancing with her as though it was his life’s dream. When Onegin decided to have fun at his friend’s expense by flirting with Olga, Lensky at first shriveled in humiliation and then struck back in anger with a challenge to a duel. Lensky’s soliloquy which preceded the duel is one of the most beautiful balletic solos ever created for a male dancer. Roxander with his incredible physical control, flexible arabesques, and dramatic openness conveyed Lensky’s torment brilliantly. Toward the end of the solo, Lensky circled one leg behind him then the other to step backward. He then stopped as though realizing that there was no way to go back now. Still, we did not know what his decision going forward would be.

 

        Zimmi Coker was fresh perfection as Olga — a young aristocrat who failed to see Onegin’s flirtations as hollow and who was initially insensitive to their effects on Lensky. Energy radiated through her facial expressions and her scrupulous dancing. Together, Coker and Roxander looked like ABT’s future, the next great Giselle/Albrecht or Juliet/Romeo or Swanilda/Franz pairing.

 

        The evening’s main characters were portrayed by Cory Stearns (Onegin) and Christine Shevchenko (Tatiana). Their roles were dutifully danced, step by step, gesture by gesture during Acts I and II. Their bedroom PdD included lovely shapes in the lifts which also had a sense of daring. Tatiana’s character, however, was not differentiated from what we have seen in Shevchenko’s Juliet or even in Seven Sonatas. We saw Christine hoping to be Tatiana. The pulse was the same, the facial expressions were the same, the posture was the same as all that has come before. It’s never enough to genuinely feel like the character inside; one must artificially create and communicate in high volume who the character is. Internalized subtleties don’t read well from the Met Opera house stage. Stearns had more success in conveying his character’s boredom and callousness. He was able to almost immediately make the audience uncomfortable about who he was. Should we adore him for his cheekbones and good looks or should we despise him for his sense of entitlement? Onegin has long been one of Stearns' best roles along with Othello. They don’t tax his technique and allow him to dig deeply into the characters' psyches. His partnering throughout the evening was strong and highly coordinated. Gone was the look of terror on his face that we remember a decade ago when he danced opposite Dvorovenko’s Tatiana and he knew that she was going to throw every bit of herself and her soul at him.

 

        By the time we got to Act III, Stearns and Shevchenko managed to bring a good amount of drama to the final scene, even perhaps exaggerating Tatiana’s effort to break free of Onegin’s grip. There was a jolting effect that we hadn’t observed before. Musically, they were superb, hitting the crescendos in the lifts with maximum impact. Stearns was in a good place stamina-wise and in confidence and we were able to admire the dramatic arc that he brought to Onegin. We look forward to seeing how he and Shevchenko are able to further mine the treasure from Pushkin’s greatest poem and Cranko’s greatest ballet in their final two performances.

 

        The members of the corps de ballet were superb in their dancing and theatrical output. 

 

        A word about the behind-the-scenes drama that occurred the week before the opening when staging supervisor Reid Anderson apparently nixed the opening night cast of Devon Teuscher and Daniel Camargo. We don’t care what the reason was or whether Anderson was wallowing in his own sense of entitlement as the primary stager who exercised ultimate control over casting or was simply being erratic and difficult. Waiting until the final week to assert authority and up-end the theater plans of thousands of people was both unprofessional and detrimental to the reputation of John Cranko. The fact that ABT was not forthcoming with an explanation and more importantly silently allowed Anderson to jeopardize the run of Onegin, suggests that the new artistic director needs a firmer grasp on her own authority. We all know that we were gypped out of superb performances by Teuscher and Camargo. 

 

        The H.H. Pump Bump Award is bestowed upon Jake Roxander for his gripping portrayal of the poet, Lensky.