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21 May 2024

Dance & Choreography

 

[I have published few articles on dance on Rick On Theater.  That’s mostly because it’s one of the areas of the performing arts about which I know least.  (Others are music and the electronic fields of theater tech, namely sound and lights—but at least I’ve worked in or with those aspects of theater to some extent.)

[While doing some research on the topics covered in the responses to "‘Morley Safer's Infamous 1993 Art Story,’" posted on ROT on 2 April 2024, I read an interesting article (from the New York Times in 1990, republished below) about defining—or ‘redefining’—dance (with respect to ballet) for the contemporary dance company and audience.

[Then I came across an article in this April’s issue of Dance Magazine about innovation in theatrical choreography to suit the “nontraditional” stage and set designs of some recent Broadway productions.  I decided to put these two pieces, one very recent (one of the shows discussed just opened and is still running) and one 34 years old, together for the blog.  They won’t close the gap between posts on dance and those on acting, directing, and playwriting . . . but they’ll narrow it a smidge.

[Previous posts on ROT on dance include “Dance & Acting,” posted on 9 June 2010; “Visual & Spatial Structure In Theater And Dance,” 11 December 2016; “Joan Acocella: Critic, Historian, or Critic-Historian,” 31 May 2019; and “Reconstruction of Ballet,” 30 July 2019.  There are also several performance reports of shows in which dance was material, such as “Chéri,” 20 December 2013, and “An American in Paris,” 2 August 2015, among others.] 

How Three Broadway Choreographers
Create in Nontraditional Theater Spaces
by Rachel Rizzuto 

[Rachel Rizzuto’s article from Dance Magazine was published on the journal’s website on 15 April 2024. 

[There are six stage productions mentioned in the discussion below.  Rather than insert a brief identification of each one as they occur, I’m going to list them all in the afterword following the text of Rizzuto’s article in the order in which they appear in the report.  Since I’ll be listing them separately from the article, I’ll include more detail than I would in an insert.]

Even conventional Broadway prosceniums can present plenty of challenges for choreographers: steep rakes, gargantuan moving set pieces, awkward sightlines. But what happens when a show’s creative vision includes a total overhaul of the theater’s playing space, eliminating the familiar stage-and-seating setup in favor of something more immersive? What goes down with the dancing when the physical boundaries between the audience and the cast become less defined—or even nonexistent?

The choreography steps up to the challenge, of course. Shows like Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812 (2016), Here Lies Love (2023), and this month’s new revival of Cabaret made avant-garde stages their own.

Letting the Movement Evolve

Choreographer Sam Pinkleton joined the Great Comet creative team during its second off-Broadway iteration, in 2013. That version was performed in a small custom tent—a naturally intimate environment. Its 2015 American Repertory Theater run was in a more traditional space, where it began experimenting with some of the elements featured in the 2016 Broadway production at the Imperial Theatre. Pinkleton found himself with onstage audience members to involve, a series of cascading staircases to navigate, and a cast of 30 (up from 16 in 2013) at his choreographic disposal.

What saved Great Comet from getting lost in its new digs, he says, was the creative team’s focus on its original intention. Scenic designer Mimi Lien “was really fierce about maintaining a level of intimacy,” Pinkleton says. “She wanted every person in the room to have a personalized, specific experience to this show that is only theirs.” The entire creative team, led by director Rachel Chavkin, was aligned on this mission. Pinkleton used the staircases Lien designed to connect the main and upper levels of the theater as tiny stage spaces for individual performers to interact personally with theatergoers.

Julia Cheng, choreographer of the 2021 West End version and current Broadway revival of Cabaret—which eliminates some of the orchestra seating to create a small stage space in the round—met spatial challenges by focusing on choreographic authenticity. Cheng’s movement training is in street styles, like hip hop and waacking, and she wanted to capitalize on the way those genres naturally lend themselves to an up-close audience experience.

“Those styles are about holding space, and that requires a different skill set,” she says. She created what she refers to as the prologue to the show, when arriving audience members encounter a small group of dancers and musicians “already vibing,” as if the theatergoers have walked into a club. “The prologue ended up becoming a show in itself,” she says. She let her dancers’ particular strengths shine, too. “I wanted to draw out their fortes, their specialisms from the underground and subculture—forms not usually represented on the musical theater stage.”

Sometimes choreographers even help shape transformative theater designs. When working with choreographer Annie-B Parson on Here Lies Love, scenic designer David Korins knew there needed to be give-and-take between the show’s unusual, immersive playing space—one long catwalk, with the audience below on either side, plus smaller spaces throughout the theater with room for a performer or two—and its movement vocabulary. “I think Annie is an extraordinary visual storyteller,” he says. “There were tentpole moments we wanted to accomplish, and in those, she really held her ground—‘If we’re going to do this, then we need to do that.’ When she had a sense of that, you listened.”

Rising to the Challenge

In revamped theater spaces, changes that might at first seem like challenges can actually offer opportunities for innovative thinking. Pinkleton found that to be true on Great Comet, where he had to convey a sense of closeness in a large house without a central meeting place where the entire cast could fit. Eventually, he landed on placing dancers throughout the house—on the staircases, in the aisles, on platforms, in an audience member’s lap—and choreographing intentional eye contact. “It was, ‘I am looking at you in the sixth row and waving at you and saying I’m glad you’re here,’ he says. “That became more important than asking people to kick their leg on five.”

From Korins’ perspective, the disparate stage spaces of Here Lies Love allowed Parson to create a different kind of Broadway dynamic. “Annie could stage these beautiful, isolated islands of dance and movement,” he says. “You might be looking at two people dancing in unison, but they’re doing it 150 feet away from each other. That tension and connectivity between the bodies in space was really effective.”

For Cheng, the task of choreographing in the round was a welcome one, not a thorn in her side. “When I’m in the club cyphering, that’s my comfort zone: You’re in the circle, there’s a community around you,” she says. “It’s sometimes difficult to get that in a really big space.” She saw typical theater choreographic taboos—turning one’s back to the audience, for example—as a chance to offer unexpected perspectives. “I don’t mind having a back to the audience,” she says. “I think that’s interesting.”

Overhauled theaters, with their myriad challenges, require a special kind of mind-meld between the members of the creative team. When all of a show’s leaders are invested in the same idea, however out-there it might seem—what Pinkleton calls “everybody working on the same show”—that’s when the real magic happens. When it does come together, Pinkleton says, “it doesn’t feel insane. It feels inevitable.”

Broadway Theater Revamps of the Past

Most revolutionary staging choices in Broadway’s history have had the same aim: to get the audience closer to the action than a proscenium stage can.

Before transferring to what’s now known as the Al Hirschfeld Theatre, Man of La Mancha (1965) opened at the ANTA Washington Square Theatre in Greenwich Village, which boasted an experimental stage with the audience seated on three sides. Jazz dance pioneer Jack Cole was nominated for a Tony Award for his Latin-influenced choreography, described as “blistering” and “orgiastic” by one critic.

The 1974 Broadway production of Leonard Bernsteins often-revised Candide ripped out much of the Broadway Theatre’s orchestra seating. This meant that many audience members had an immersive experience with Patricia Birch’s choreography, which New York Times theater critic Clive Barnes likened to a rocket booster.

For its 1998 revival, Cabaret transformed the former disco nightclub Studio 54 into a Broadway house—but with a small thrust stage surrounded by tables and chairs, to lend an authentic­ Kit Kat Klub vibe. Choreographer and co-director Rob Marshall used the audience’s nearness to highlight his raw, rough-edged choreography.

[Here’s the list of productions named in Rachel Rizzuto’s report:

•  Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812: 14 November 2016-3 September 2017 (336 regular performances) at the Imperial Theatre; book, music, and lyrics by Dave Malloy; “pop-opera” based on the 1869 novel War and Peace (first translated into English, 1889) by Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910); commissioned and premièred Off-Off-Broadway by Ars Nova (2012), further developed and produced by the American Repertory Theatre of Cambridge, Massachusetts (2015); directed by Rachel Chavkin, choreographed by Sam Pinkleton, with a cast including Denée Benton (Natasha) and Josh Groban (Pierre); 2 Tony Awards, 10 additional nominations (including Best Choreography); 4 Drama Desk Awards (including Outstanding Director of a Musical; not choreography)

  Cabaret (official title: Cabaret at the Kit Kat Club): 21 April 2024-Present (32 regular performances as of 19 May) at the August Wilson Theatre; book by Joe Masteroff, music by John Kander, and lyrics by Fred Ebb; based on the play I Am a Camera (1951) by John Van Druten and The Berlin Stories (1939) by Christopher Isherwood (1904-86); transferred from London’s West End at the Playhouse Theater from 15 November 2021-Present; both London’s Playhouse and New York City’s August Wilson Theatres have been refurbished as the Kit Kat Club in an arena-theater format; directed by Rebecca Frecknall, choreographed by Julia Cheng, set designed by Tom Scott, with a cast including Gayle Rankin (Sally Bowles), Eddie Redmayne (Emcee), Ato Blankton-Wood (Clifford Bradshaw), Bebe Neuwirth (Fraulein Schneider); 9 Tony Awards nominations (not choreography); 5 Drama Desk Awards (no awards)

  Here Lies Love: 20 July-26 November 2023 (150 regular performances) at the Broadway Theatre; music by David Byrne and Fatboy Slim, lyrics by Byrne; disco-pop bio-musical of life of Imelda Marcos (b, 1929), First Lady of the Philippines (1965-86), based on the concept album by Byrne and Slim (2010); the musical, almost entirely sung through, has little dialogue (hence, no book-writer), instead projections at the side of the stage by projection designer Peter Nigrini provide text that explains crucial facts; originally produced by New York City’s Public Theater; the Broadway Theatre was transformed into a disco ballroom; directed by Alex Timbers, choreographed by Annie-B Parson, set designed by David Korins, with a cast including Arielle Jacobs (Imelda), Jose Llana (Marcos), Conrad Ricamora (Ninoy Aquino), Lea Salonga (Aurora Aquino); 4 Tony nominations (including Best Choreography); no awards

  Man of La Mancha: 22 November 1965-26 January 1971 (2,328 regular performances) at the ANTA Washington Square Theatre (Greenwich Village; demolished in 1968), Martin Beck Theatre (renamed the Al Hirschfeld in 2003), Eden Theatre (East Village; converted to a movie house in 1976, now called the Village East), and Mark Hellinger Theatre (acquired by the Times Square Church in in 1989); book by Dale Wasserman, music by Mitch Leigh, lyrics by Joe Darion; based on the life and works of Miguel de Cervantes (1547?-1616); directed by Albert Marr, choreographed by Jack Cole, with a cast including Joan Diener (Aldonza/Dulcinea), Irving Jacobson (Sancho Panza), Richard Kiley (Don Quixote/Cervantes); 5 Tonys (including Best Musical and Best Direction of a Musical), 2 additional nominations (including Best Choreography)

  Candide: 10 March 1974-4 January 1976 (740 regular performances) at the Broadway Theatre; book adaptation by Hugh Wheeler, music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Richard Wilbur r (with additional lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, John La Touche, and Bernstein; based on the novel Candide (1759) by Voltaire (1694-1778); Broadway Theatre was transformed by platforms on the stage and in the auditorium for the action instead of changing scenery; directed by Harold Prince, choreographed by Patricia Birch, set designed by Eugene Lee, with a cast including Lewis J. Stadlen (Dr. Pangloss/Voltaire, et al.), Mark Baker (Candide), Maureen Brennan (Cunegonde); 5 Tonys (not choreography), 3 additional nominations (not choreography); 5 Drama Desks (including Outstanding Choreography, Outstanding Set Design, Outstanding Director)

  Cabaret: 19 March 1998-4 January 2004 at the Kit Kat Klub (Henry Miller’s Theatre was renamed for 8 months while Cabaret was in residence; when the show moved to the former night club, the theater reverted to its former name; it was renamed the Stephen Sondheim in 2010), Studio 54 (2,377 regular performances); text and script details are the same as for 2024 revival above; produced by Off-Broadway Roundabout Theatre Company; inspired by the 1993 London production at the Donmar Warehouse; directed by Sam Mendes, choreographed by Rob Marshall, set and club designed by Robert Brill, with a cast including Alan Cumming (Master of Ceremonies), Natasha Richardson (Sally Bowles), John Benjamin Hickey (Clifford Bradshaw), Mary Louise Wilson (Fraulein Schneider); 4 Tonys, 6 additional nominations (including Best Choreography, Best Direction of a Musical); 3 Drama Desks, 7 additional nominations (including Outstanding Choreography, Outstanding Direction of a Musical, Outstanding Set Design of a Musical

[Rachel Rizzuto is a choreographer, performer, teacher, and dance writer.  She’s a contributing writer to Dance Magazine and Dance Teacher magazine.  Rizzuto earned her MFA in dance from the University of Illinois in 2021. She graduated from the University of Southern Mississippi with a BFA in dance and a BA in English.]

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JUST WHAT IS THIS THING CALLED DANCE?
by Jack Anderson

[Jack Anderson, the New York Times dance reviewer in 1990, launches a discussion of how ballet has changed with respect to current ballet troupes and their audiences by introducing a debate he asserts was generated by productions of two ballets by the New York City Ballet in the summer of 1990. 

[Anderson, whose article was published in the “Arts & Leisure” section of the New York Times on 12 August 1990, doesn’t really explain why these dances, one a première and the other a revival of a 18-year-old creation, initiated such a controversy, so I did some research, and here’s what I found.

[In his review of the first piece, the début of Peter Martins and Robert La Fosse’s A Mass, Anderson labeled the dancing “choreographically controversial” (“‘A Mass,’ a Surprise City Ballet Premiere,” sec. C [“The Arts”], New York Times, 29 June 1990), a description that applies to both ballets.  That’s the crux of the debate.

[A Mass, which premièred on 27 June 1990 and was repeated on 1 July, is a Missa Sicca (literally, ‘Dry Mass’), a medieval Roman Catholic rite that takes the form of the Mass, but without communion.  As staged by Martins to choral music composed by Michael Torke, it was largely a processional composed of 100 dancers.

[Anderson observed, “The question to be asked is not whether ‘A Mass’ contains choreography, but whether its choreography is expressive.”  He described the movements as “kinetic austerity” and concluded, “‘A Mass’ was curiously vague.”

[Jerome Robbins’s Watermill débuted at NYCB in 1972 and was revived for the first time since 1979 on 12 July 1990 with a repeat on the 16th as part of the troupe’s Festival of Jerome Robbins’ Ballets.  It was set to music composed by Teiji Ito and Edward Villella, the original lead dancer in the première, returned to NYCB to reprise his performance.

[Named for an eastern Long Island resort town (Water Mill, in Suffolk County) where Robbins vacationed, the ballet was described by NYCB founder George Balanchine, Robbins recalled, as “about there being no time” (Anna Kisselgoff, “Jerome Robbins, a Creator from Head to Foot,” sec C [“The Arts’], New York Times, 3 June 1990).  Dance reviewer Kisselgoff felt that it was an “attempt to treat what Mr. Robbins called ‘the unstated’” in contrast to the literalness he’d dealt with earlier.  Robbins called the work “contemplative” and “internalized.”

[Kisselgoff characterized the feel of the production as the “slow-moving time sense derived from Japanese Noh theater,” a solemn and deliberate performance form suffused with the perspective of Zen Buddhism (see my post “Noh Theater of Japan,” published on ROT on 11 April 2023).  Thus, she later concluded, the audience that was “primed for toe shoes and the fasted dancers in the world was suddenly invited to watch one of ballet’s prime movers—Mr. Villella—in near stillness for an hour” (Kisselgoff, “Villella Returns to ‘Watermill,’ a Robbins Meditation on Time,” sec. C [“The Arts”], New York Times, 14 July 1990).

[This lack of movement, or, in the case of Martins and La Fosse’s Mass, balletic movement, primed the ballet world to ask ‘What is a ballet these days anyway?’]

This summer, two City Ballet productions — ‘Watermill’ and ‘A Mass’ — fueled the debate over what constitutes a ballet.

Choreographers choreograph dances. Dancers dance dances. Ballet dancers dance ballets.

Those statements are not quotations from a first-grade reader for young dance students. Instead, they constitute a primer for adult dancegoers and, even though they may sound self-evident, they point to matters of the utmost artistic importance.

They are especially worth considering because of the uproar that occurred at the New York City Ballet earlier this summer. Two productions — a revival and a premiere — caused the fuss. Those ballets were accused of being “not really dance.”

As part of its festival of Jerome Robbins’s ballets, the company presented “Watermill,” Mr. Robbins’s allegory of 1972 that traces the course of a man’s life in solemn slow motion to music by Teiji Ito [Japanese-born American composer and performer; 1935-82]. The troupe’s final performances in late June featured “A Mass,” a new work by Peter Martins [Danish former ballet dancer and choreographer; b. 1946; Co-Ballet Master-In-Chief of New York City Ballet with Jerome Robbins, 1983-90, and Ballet Master-in-Chief, 1990-2018; dancer, choreographer, film director, theater director and producer Robbins, 1918-98, was Ballet Master of the New York City Ballet, 1983-90)], the company’s ballet master, and Robert LaFosse [dancer, choreographer, and dance teacher; b. 1959], a principal, that consisted largely of ceremonial marching to a choral score by Michael Torke [composer of music influenced by jazz and minimalism; b. 1961].

Some members of the audience disliked both. Certainly, the pieces have their peculiarities: “Watermill” takes place in such a symbolic realm that its events can seem unduly remote from reality; “A Mass” never invests its Christian symbolism with genuine spiritual significance. Such criticisms point to deficiencies of content. But other observers went even further: They asserted that neither work was really a ballet; the most disgruntled even argued that neither work was dancing in any sense of the word.

These objections raise serious issues that transcend the virtues or faults of any single season’s offerings, issues that have been debated over the years. For instance, in 1957 Paul Taylor [dancer and choreographer; 1930-2018; founder of the Paul Taylor Dance Company in 1954] offered a notorious concert in which his dancers scarcely moved at all, and in the 60’s and 70’s Minimalist choreographers devoted themselves to such simple physical actions as walking and skipping. 

[The Paul Taylor concert Anderson cites was Seven New Dances, performed one time on 20 October 1957 at New York City’s 92nd Street Y.  New York Social Diary (The 92nd Street Y presents Paul Taylor Dance Company: Celebrating the Past, Present & Future of Modern Dance, Hosted by Alan Cumming | New York Social Diary), a website that styles itself as “a social, historical, and cultural chronicle of life in New York City,” characterizes the dance program as

a series of movement and music studies in collaboration with Robert Rauschenberg [painter and graphic artist; 1925-2008; designed costumes for Seven New Dances] and John Cage [American experimental composer; 1912-92] that sought to ask essential questions regarding “What is dance?” and “What is music?” Inspired by gestures, postures, and “pedestrian” or “found movements,” Taylor created a wholly unique performance of modern dance . . . . In one dance, “Epic,” Taylor performed a series of simple gestures for 13 minutes to the sound of telephone time signals. In another, Taylor and a fellow dancer posed on stage – in complete stillness – for four minutes before the curtain came down. . . . “Events II” features two women in 1950s cocktail dresses shifting between poses on stage to the sounds of rain as a gentle breeze billows across the stage, catching their petticoats in the wind. The 1957 performance became famous, not necessarily for its artistic momentum, but for its raw questioning of what modern dance is. While audiences left throughout the evening, it was the review by Louis Horst in Dance Observer that cemented the performance as one of the most famous in dance history: the review was simply four inches of blank space.

[Horst (1884-1964), originally a composer and pianist, helped define the principles of modern dance choreography.  His famous review appeared in Dance Observer, a monthly journal he founded in 1934 (it closed down at his death in 1964), in the November 1957 issue where he wrote out “Paul Taylor and Dance Company” with the date and location of the performance, and left the rest of page 139 blank.

[In the New York Herald Tribune of 27 October 1957 (sec. 4 [“Theater – Movies – Music – Dance . . .”]), reviewer Terry Walter quipped, with reference to the program’s title, that “there were seven items, they were new but they weren’t dances.”]

To deny any work presented by a dance group the right to be called a dance or a ballet necessarily involves asking just what is a dance or a ballet. What, for that matter, is choreography? The only all-inclusive answers to such questions sound like baby talk. Dances are what choreographers create and dancers perform; ballets are created by ballet choreographers.

“Ballet,” “dance” and “choreography” resist easy definition, in part because the arts to which they refer are constantly developing. Possibly in an effort — an unsuccessful one, it turned out — to prevent people from complaining that “A Mass” was not “really ballet,” the program note for it read “staged by,” rather than “choreographed by,” Mr. Martins and Mr. LaFosse.

However, what they provided was certainly choreography, if choreography is thought of as the art of organizing movement in space and time. The results of such organizings are dances. Of course the boundary lines between dance and other related arts have never been fixed, and it is occasionally difficult to distinguish dance from mime or from the imagistic movement-theater associated with such an experimentalist as Robert Wilson [experimental theatrical stage director and playwright; b. 1941; also worked as a choreographer, among other things].

Although ballet may seem superficially easier to define, it, too, is hard to pin down. Ballet certainly involves a training method that has been evolving since the 17th century. But what makes a choreographic composition a ballet and not just a dance? The five classroom positions of the feet? Not all ballet choreographers use them in every work. An erect, turned-out stance? That aspect may also be rejected by some choreographers: for instance, they will almost certainly do so in order to depict grotesque characters. Thus, it’s back to baby talk: ballets are what choreographers devise for ballet-trained dancers.

Does this mean, then, that dances are dances and ballets are ballets simply because people who call themselves choreographers say they are? This critic would assent to such an extreme view. And adopting it does not rob the terms dance and ballet of all meaning. Rather, it involves a recognition that by calling their compositions dances or ballets, choreographers are asking the audience — for whatever possibly quirky personal reasons they may have — to regard those compositions as part of a tradition that includes other works labeled dances or ballets.

However, when some dance lovers grumble that a work is “not really dance,” they are not concerned with abstruse esthetic points. They simply mean that, for them, the work is not sufficiently virtuosic. When “Watermill” received its premiere back in 1972, it was booed by some members of the audience because its star, Edward Villella [ballet dancer and choreographer; b. 1936], was given no opportunity to display his athletic prowess.

Although dancing can — and frequently should — dazzle, dance should never be equated with virtuosity alone. This is easy to do today when dance schools are producing remarkably agile performers. Yet, to make dancing solely a matter of physical dexterity may be to limit the range of its expressive potentialities.

Fine choreographers devise movements not necessarily because of their difficulty, or lack of it, but because those movements are meaningful in a specific theatrical context. What makes a dance satisfying is not the quantity or the difficulty of its steps, but their appropriateness to a given situation.

Choreographers should always feel free to invent any kinds of sequences or phrases they wish, be they simple or complex. And it should never be forgotten that if choreography is an art of organized movement, anything a dancer does on stage is dancing.

[Jack Anderson (1935-2023) was a poet, dance critic, and dance historian.  His reviews of dance performances appeared in the New York Times (1978-2005) and Dance Magazine (1964-70), and his scholarly studies in dance history and his eleven volumes of poetry are highly regarded.]


30 July 2019

Reconstructing Ballet


“GESTURES DANCE, AND DANCES TELL STORIES”
by Marina Harss

[This article first appeared in the “Arts” section of the New York Times of 30 May 2018.  I saved it because it speaks of reconstructing a historic ballet with the aid of dance notation—in this case, a system invented in 1892 by Vladimir Ivanovich Stepanov (1866-96), a Russian dancer.  I’ll follow this article with a review of an earlier performance that included a dance reconstructed with Labanotation, another system.]

We think of ballet as a nonverbal art, but for the last few months, the words “tell” and “say” have echoed in the studios of American Ballet Theater. The dancers aren’t using their voices; it is their bodies that are doing the talking.

“Harlequinade,” which has its premiere at Ballet Theater on June 4 in a staging by Alexei Ratmansky, is a highly conversational ballet, inspired by the popular 18th-century theatrical form known as commedia dell’arte. Between the dances, the characters “speak” to one another in broad, legible gestures and glances that fit into the musical phrases like words in a song. The dancing, too, is full of details that add to the character of each scene. The gestures dance; the dances tell stories.

“The characters are almost putting on a show, talking to the audience as they go,” said Cassandra Trenary, who alternates in the role of Columbine, Harlequin’s sweetheart. “We’re breaking that fourth wall.” When Harlequin, the young hero — a trickster in brightly colored tights — offers a serenade to his beloved, he strums a mandolin, moving his lips as if really singing a tune.

This ballet isn’t Mr. Ratmansky’s invention, but rather a restaging of a comedy by Marius Petipa, originally called “Les Millions d’Arlequin,” or “Harlequin’s Millions.” It was first performed in 1900 in St. Petersburg, where it remained in the repertory for almost three decades.

Petipa, the principal choreographer at the Imperial Theaters in the second half of the 19th century, put on dozens of ballets, including many that are still repertory fixtures: “The Sleeping Beauty,” “Don Quixote,” “La Bayadère.” These were passed down mainly through oral tradition, as in a game of telephone, from teacher to student, with tweaks and additions compounding over time. Written notations for many ballets do exist, at least in partial form, but mostly they are ignored, on the theory that dance is a living, breathing art form, always changing.

This stylistic drift doesn’t sit well with Mr. Ratmansky, he explained over coffee near Lincoln Center. Until recently, he said: “I had lost my interest in these classical ballets. I didn’t want to see them.” Something, for him, was missing — but he wasn’t sure what.

There were later versions of “Harlequinade” in Russia by Fyodor Lopukhov (in the 1930s) and Pyotr Gusev (in the ’70s); and, at New York City Ballet, by George Balanchine (1965, with additions in 1973). As with most later stagings of Petipa, they were loosely based on the original — Balanchine made up his own steps, “in the style of” Petipa — but none made any claim of authenticity.

So, rather than patch together a “Harlequinade” based on the versions he knew or dream up his own, like Balanchine, Mr. Ratmansky went back to a trove of dance notations kept at Harvard: detailed scores written out in a system of lines, dots, arrows, X’s and O’s. Stepanov Notation, as the system is called, was developed by the dancer Vladimir Ivanovich Stepanov in Russia in the 1890s. Note-takers sat in studios, scribbling in real time as the dancers rehearsed.

This labor-intensive system fell out of use after the Russian Revolution, when people had more important things on their minds. In the decades since, few people have bothered to learn how to decode the notes. (One of the few was Sergei Vikharev, who remounted several ballets using notes in Russia.)

Why bother with them at all? For Mr. Ratmansky, Petipa’s choreography mattered. “It’s about the steps,” he said. “Choreography is a text, and this is the text we have. You wouldn’t change Balanchine or Fokine, so why Petipa?”

Five years ago, Mr. Ratmansky and his wife, Tatiana, a former dancer who assists him in his reconstructions, sat down to figure out what the notes actually contained. What they found has surprised and delighted him. “The key is the simplicity of the phrases,” he said. “Petipa’s choreography is so simple, and so wise. Everything feels inevitable.”

The style has inspired him in his own work, he added. “You can see it in my ballet ‘Whipped Cream’ — it’s really structured after a Petipa ballet, with all the changes of mood, the stage pictures, the diversity of approaches to each scene.”

“Harlequinade” is Mr. Ratmansky’s fourth deep dive into the historical record, after “The Sleeping Beauty” (for Ballet Theater, in 2015), “Swan Lake” (for Zurich Ballet, in 2016), and “Paquita” (for Bayerisches Staatsballett, in 2014). In the fall, he’ll take on “La Bayadère,” for Staatsballett Berlin.

As he has become more conversant in Petipa’s style, his freedom within it has increased. In “The Sleeping Beauty,” he was adamant that the women should raise their legs up only 90 degrees and not point their feet when they stood at rest, but rather hold them in a semirelaxed position. Many of the women’s turns were executed with the foot on half tiptoe rather than fully on the tips of the toes.

These period details were difficult to maintain — the dancers kept going back to their old habits, he said — so he hasn’t insisted on them in “Harlequinade.” “It requires too much time to make it work, and there are never enough rehearsals,” he said.

What he hasn’t dropped is his focus on the specificity of Petipa’s style. “Even the arabesques and the arms and the angles of the body tell us something about the character or the situation,” Mr. Ratmansky said. Many of those details had been smoothed out over time. In a pose from the final pas de deux, for example, he asked the dancer to twist her shoulders slightly so that she could peer back at her partner: “There’s a lot of story here; you’re telling us about your fear.” The pose wasn’t just pretty; it carried meaning.

How much of this comes from Petipa and how much from Ratmansky? The line can be blurry. Some sections of the notes are fairly sparse, with only indications for the legs and feet, or a simple floor plan. Even when there is more detail, it requires interpretation.

“There is this section where Harlequin does a diagonal of batterie” — jumps in which the legs beat together in the air — “and each time you jump, there’s a turn,” Daniil Simkin, one of the dancers alternating as Harlequin, said during a rehearsal break. “Exactly when that turn happens is up to discussion.” (The other Harlequins are Gabe Stone Shayer, James Whiteside and Jeffrey Cirio.)

Mr. Ratmansky described the process of reconstruction as “finding the little bits in the dust, and then placing them together to create a picture.” It is not a science, after all, but an act of the imagination.

[Harlequinade ran from 30 May through 9 June 2018 at the Metropolitan Opera House in Manhattan.

[Marina Harss is a freelance dance writer and translator in New York.  Her dance writing has appeared in the New York Timesthe New YorkerThe NationThe GuardianPlaybillDance MagazineDanceTabs, and elsewhere.  Translations include Irène Némirovsky’s The Mirador, Dino Buzzati’s Poem Strip and Pier Paolo  Pasolini’s Stories from the City of God.]

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“A TWO-FOLD HISTORY LESSON, COURTESY OF FOUR MIDCENTURY MASTERS”
by Alastair Macaulay

[This review was first published in “The Arts” section of the New York Times on 26 April 2010.  The reviewer, Alastair Macauley, the New York Times’ principal dance writer,  doesn’t say so in his notice, but all the dances in this program were reconstructed one way or another from historic productions.]

In reviving little-known little gems by four leading mid-20th-century choreographers, as it did in the “Signatures 10” program on Saturday at Gould Hall, New York Theater Ballet confirms its status as an invaluable company. Very few in the audience can have seen all these gems before; fewer can feel that they know even one well.

The program — an entirely happy one, with music played live on piano — teaches us plenty about dance history. Not only are these unusual views of how dances were made over 50 years ago, but in each case the choreographer was also thinking about the historic past.

Antony Tudor’s "Soirée Musicale," one of his few pure dance and plotless works, recaptures engaging aspects of early-19th-century ballet style in response to the Rossini items that Benjamin Britten had arranged in this score. Frederick Ashton’s “Capriol Suite” follows Peter Warlock’s score in reimagining aspects of the Renaissance. Agnes de Mille’s “Three Virgins and a Devil” is a comedy in medieval manner. And in “Suite From Mazurkas” José Limón addresses the Polish heritage of the mazurka as presented in Chopin’s music.

These ballets look forward as well as back. No lover of Ashton’s choreography can miss the “Capriol” moments that suggest ballets to come, like his 1960 staging of “La Fille Mal Gardée.” And, as one of the “Suite From Mazurkas” male dancers takes time to place the palm of his hand on the ground, anyone who knows “Dances at a Gathering,” the 1969 Jerome Robbins work that also makes use of Chopin mazurkas, must wonder if Robbins had seen Limón’s work. This year is Chopin’s bicentennial: too few dance companies are commemorating it, but in this Limón revival Theater Ballet does the composer honor.

All four works place their faith in lively through-the-body dancing. Feet, hands, torso, neck, pelvis, shoulders, eyes: all make memorable contributions here, and in striking coordination. The dancers of New York Theater Ballet look extremely but endearingly young. Above all they look happily fulfilled. In each of these pieces I felt I was seeing the choreography true and understood, as if the performers had found themselves.

This achievement proved most remarkable in “Capriol Suite.” Like all of Ashton’s choreography this needs dancers as vivid in their torsos as in their feet and a group sense that each dancer may be continuing a neighbor’s line. The Theater Ballet performers bend from the waist, exhibit vivacious insteps and elegantly catch one another’s eyes in best Ashton style. The blend of formal grace and comedy in one pas de trois for a woman and her two suitors is extraordinary. The placing of the heel of a flexed foot on the floor and the change of the body’s angle from addressing one diagonal to another become as expressive as the fleeting dance suggestions of each lover’s frustration.

Tudor was known as a great ballet teacher, and many of his alumni regretted that he seldom applied the inventiveness he showed in the classroom to dance-for-dance’s-sake choreography. “Soirée” is surely the best view we now have of that side of him.

His historical sense is, like Ashton’s, uncanny: at times he seems attuned to Romantic-style ballets by Bournonville that he was unlikely to have seen. His three couples evoke the worlds of “La Sylphide,” “Giselle” and “Napoli” ; jumps, lifts, traveling hops interconnect in seamless phrases. Three other women dance trios with marvelous effects of arm-and-foot coordination. And Tudor brings all nine dancers together in harmonies that, like everything about this work, extend our idea of this great choreographer.

I’d like to see de Mille’s “Three Virgins and a Devil” again: its droll absurdity is fun. Still, it was the slightest and least subtle work of the evening. By contrast, “Suite From Mazurkas” emerged as one of Limón’s finest. You feel the layers of his thought — Poland as home, the mazurka as tradition, Chopin as Romantic — but principally he’s immersed in dance itself rather than communication. This aspect of his inventiveness has the upper hand here, and it shows him to be, as seldom in other works, a true poet.

[New York Theatre Ballet’s Signatures 10 ran at Florence Gould Hall at 55 E. 59th Street in New York City on 23 and 24 April 2010.  I saw the performance on Saturday, 24 April.  The co-stager of Antony Tudor’s Soirée Musicale was Oona Haaranen, a dancer, choreographer, dance teacher, and dance notator who was a writing student of mine for a while when she was working on a graduate degree.  Oona and her co-stager, Ray Cook (the “choreographer” was Tudor), wrote in the program:

Soiree Musicale dates from the same period as Tudor’s Jardin aux Lilas and Dark Elegies.  It was first performed in 1938 at London’s Palladium Theatre.

Staged by Oona Haaranen and Ray Cook from the Labanotation score prepared in 1962 by Ann Hutchinson Guest by arrangement with the Dance Notation Bureau which has preserved, enhanced, and furthered the art of dance for 70 years, 1940-2010.

The cast learned to read Labanotation as part of this project.

[Labanotation, invented in 1928 by Rudolf Laban (1879-1958), an Austro-Hungarian dance artist and theorist, is another form of dance notation like Stepanov Notation, used in reconstructing the ballet in the first article, above.  (Ann Hutchinson Guest [b. 1918] is an American movement and dance researcher and an authority on dance notation.)]

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“ARCHIVING DANCE: THE NECESSITY OF COLLABORATION”
by Heather Desaulniers

[Most people, even inveterate balletomanes, don’t know anything about dance notation.  I’m presenting two articles that focus one way or another on that technique for preserving and restaging historic dances.  To help make it a little easier to understand the subject, I’m adding an article discussing dance notation to this post.  There is, of course, lots of material on dance notation and the many specific techniques like Stepanov Notation and Labanotation, the two types mentioned above (including Wikipedia entries on “Dance Notation,” “Vladimir Stepanov,” and “Labanotation”) and interested readers can look further if they wish to pursue the topic.  This article was taken from the website of Burgeon, an arts magazine written by artists, produced by the non-profit Day Eight, posted on 23 January 2010 (http://bourgeononline.com/2010/01/archiving-dance-the-necessity-of-collaboration-by-heather-desaulniers/).]

The re-staging of work establishes a genealogy in dance. Many companies reproduce historical compositions, and as new pieces are created these works enter into the collective ouevre of the field. Technology, notation and personal recollection can all help in re-staging dances, but no one means of archiving can capture the totality of a choreography. Past analysis has tended to evaluate the use of archival methods separately. Only a collaborative archival network combining technology, notation and personal knowledge can ensure the future of repertory.

Technology has provided indispensable archival opportunities in the field of dance. In particular, video has transformed the creative, marketing, and archival process. Live performance is fleeting and impermanent by nature, and the power to film these transient moments creates an un-paralleled resource. With good reason, video is usually the first step in re-creating an earlier work, but it is imperative to acknowledge its limitations. First, traditional video obtains only a two-dimensional image. This provides a good first glimpse of the movement, but not enough detail to re-stage with any precision or rigor. It is impossible to remain true to the nuances and intricacies of complex movement styles – such as the choreography of Twyla Tharp, Bill T. Jones or Trisha Brown – with a two-dimensional view. Second, when looking at video, there is a limited perspective. You are at the mercy of who took the video and who was dancing the work when it was taped. Even professional videographers can miss things, and what if they miss something that is a crucial part of the piece? Dance is changeable. No one piece is ever performed the same way twice. There are always slight, or sometimes not so slight, adjustments for different spaces and different dancers. The expectation is that video captures the most accurate depiction of the work, but this is more a hope than a certainty.

Three dimensional image capture is an exciting technological alternative to conventional video because it can convey a more complete representation of movement. This relatively new technology requires multiple cameras positioned at different angles and heights so as to record a three dimensional figure. The archival applications for this technology are incredibly exciting, but sadly, untapped. This type of filming can be very expensive and thus, not an option for many dance companies. In point of fact, a minority of companies dedicate resources toward preparation of archival material. In addition, 3-D technology has become stalled and somewhat stuck in the performance arena. Choreographers today seem to have an obsession with how ‘mixed media’ and ‘corporeal presence’ (the new go-to buzz phrases in dance) can transform a work within active performance. For all of these reasons, 3-D imagery has not penetrated into the field of archiving.

The most under utilized archival method is dance notation. Labanotation and Benesh Movement Notation are the two primary systems that can provide a written record of choreography. Both employ a specific system of markings that indicate which body part is moving, the impetus for the motion, the direction, speed and duration of the choreography. Both Laban and Benesh are like hieroglyphics: they are an entire language, very detailed, extensive, and providing a directional map to unlock the minutiae of movement. In theory, dance notation is a great idea, but because the number of people fluent in dance notation is small, and the time/expense of notating a dance significant, written notation exists for a fraction of the important ouvre of modern dance work, and is accessible to an even smaller number of practitioners.

The importance of personal coaching and personal experience cannot be overlooked when staging previous works. Having individuals with experience of the staged work (whether the choreographer, one of the original dancers, or a dance historian) present during re-creation significantly informs the reconstruction process. These individuals may not be able to ensure an exact replication of the steps, but many essences and ‘isms’ are beyond the capabilities of technology and notation. Admittedly, as with technology and notation, individual memory/personal coaching does have its limitations. One challenge is that this type of knowledge cannot be institutionalized, and so is uncertain from generation to generation.

Every archival process can make a positive contribution, yet on their own, each system is insufficient. To preserve our important cultural heritage, what is needed is the application of a thoughtful, reliable, and collaborative archival practice integrating technology, notation and personal resources to the fullest extent possible. Dance companies generally lack the funds to utilize all available archival systems when re-staging choreography. And, the limited funds that exist to create or stage work tend not to include the funds necessary for integration of archival concerns (money to access the newest technology, arrange for a notation, etc.) Archival policies for the field need to be developed, both to ensure preservation and performance of important works, and to encourage the funding mechanisms necessary to institutionalize appropriate archival/reconstruction policies.

[Heather Desaulniers is a freelance dance writer and critic, based in Washington, D.C.  She contributes regularly to criticaldance.com, and is currently pursuing historical research on choreographers Sophie Maslow and Pola Nirenska.  She is also an associate editor of Bourgeon.]

31 May 2019

Joan Acocella: Critic, Historian, or Critic-Historian

An Interview, 28 November 1988

[In the fall of 1988, I took a Performance Studies class at New York University called Writing About Performance, taught by Marcia B. Siegel, herself a writer and dance critic.  As readers of Rick On Theater will have gathered, I’m not very knowledgeable about dance, but I used to read Marcia’s reviews occasionally and I was always impressed by her clarity and directness. 

[Marcia  writes non-judgmental reviews using descriptive detail and specific language and images, developing her interpretation with evidence and illustration and attempting to describe her experience without judging it for others.  She acknowledges her personal biases from a first-person, non-universal perspective and, rather than try to cover the entire performance, she focuses on a thematic point.  Marcia often includes descriptions of the venues for the performance she reviews as well as other non-performative elements, giving an impression of the whole performance experience, not just the dance alone.  These were the principal reasons I took her class and they are also elements of review-writing that I try to emulate.

[As a class exercise in writing on performance, Marcia invited Joan Ross Acocella (b. 1945), a journalist and  writer on dance, literature, and psychology, to sit for an interview which we all wrote up individually.  Acocella’d written for The Village Voice, served as senior critic and review editor for Dance Magazine, and was the New York dance critic for the Financial Times

[She’s been a staff writer at The New Yorker since 1995, serving as the magazine’s dance critic from 1998 to 2019.  Acocella’s books include  Mark Morris (1993), a biographical/critical study of the choreographer;  Willa Cather and the Politics of Criticism (2000); and Creating Hysteria: Women and Multiple Personality Disorder (1999).  She co-edited André Levinson on Dance: Writings from Paris in the Twenties (1991) and edited The Diary of Vaslav Nijinsky (1999), the first unexpurgated version in English.  Her most recent book is Twenty-eight Artists and Two Saints (2007), a collection of essays. 

[Acocella’s written about the arts for The New York Review of Books, the Times Book Review, Art in America, and the Times Literary Supplement.  She’s been granted fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, the American Academy in Berlin, the New York Institute for the Humanities, and the Cullman Center of the New York Public Library.  She’s received awards from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, the New York Book Critics Circle, the Congress on Research in Dance, and the American Psychoanalytic Association.  The writer is currently at work on a biography of Mikhail Baryshnikov.]

Speaking of the recent Joffrey Ballet revival of George Balanchine’s Cotillon [débuted on Wednesday, 25 October 1988], Joan Acocella insists, “I can’t think about that work without thinking of . . . the mood of Europe in the ’twenties and early ’thirties.  I can’t think about our response to it—our wish to have it—without thinking about nostalgia for the ’twenties . . . .“  This is early in her 2 November [1988] interview, principally conducted by Matthew Brookoff [a dance teacher and choreographer who was an MA student in the class], in the Performance Studies Studio, 721 Broadway in the East Village, but she alludes to the “marriage” of criticism and history several times throughout the session.

Acocella, dance critic for the magazine 7 Days, has an academic background in English and comparative literature and was headed for a university teaching post in those fields when she was waylaid by the need for some ready cash and diverted into her present career as dance critic and writer.  In the ensuing years, Acocella has become a font of history about the dance world and its people.  Although acknowledging that critical thinking and historical knowledge, both of the work’s times and the creator’s life, “certainly needn’t be married,” she takes “tremendous pleasure” in having them “work side by side.”  “I can’t write criticism without thinking this sort of thing,” Acocella explains.

Though Acocella “strongly believes” that her “business lies with what happens on stage,” not behind the scenes or in the administrative offices, drawing the line seems to be difficult at times.  Whereas Acocella is steeped in knowledge of Balanchine’s life and works, she considers stories about what’s happening at the American Ballet Theatre or in Artistic Director Peter Martins’s life mere gossip.  She wasn’t able clearly to distinguish between the two: “An artist’s biography—I guess the difference is that it’s dignified by time . . . .“  Knowledge is a good thing, but its injudicious use may be seen as “playing politics,” which can destroy the critics claim to independence.

There may be an argument for knowing as much as possible about all aspects of the art a critic covers, though obviously everything must be checked with various sources before it’s printed.  What strikes me, however, is Acocella’s insistence on any background knowledge at all.  So many critics, in theater, though perhaps less so in dance and music, adamantly maintain an ignorance of where a work comes from, its production history, and the past work of the company.  A work isn’t created or performed in a vacuum; the influences that shaped it are often as illuminating as the dialogue, dance steps, or musical notes performed on stage.  But the critic has to know the background in order for it to illuminate the work. 

As Acocella remarked, “Once you’ve seen [Merce] Cunningham for umpty-ump years, if you went in and saw them in tutus, you would be very surprised.”  Though knowing why a play, dance, or composition is the way it is may not—nor should not—make it seem better or worse, it might help the critic understand what the artists were up to and why it did or didn’t work.  Is it really fair to judge a work without knowing its history?  Acocella clearly says no: “I always think that way.”  So, perhaps, should the rest of us.

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[I thought it would be interesting to see one of Joan Acocella’s New Yorker reviews, particularly one on a subject from pop culture rather than the classical dance world.  Hence, this review of the popular ABC TV show “Dancing with the Stars” (2005-present), which got some comment in other periodicals such as New York magazine.]

Dancing
Mambo!
“Dancing with the Stars.”
By Joan Acocella
April 7, 2008
“Dancing with the Stars” is back, for its sixth season. The women have dusted off their sequinned bras, the men have reassumed their matador poses, and the whole big diamanté cheese ball is rolling down the highway again, into your living room. Professional ballroom dancing is an oddity, because for the most part it is done not in theatres but at competitions. Therefore, every millisecond of phrasing, every chin tilt and fanny wag, has been decided upon beforehand and rehearsed for days on end. The resulting artificiality is compounded by ballroom’s unashamedly retro character. What do we know, today, of ballrooms? Is there one in your neighborhood?

Nevertheless, many people adore ballroom dancing—“Dancing with the Stars” has more than twenty million viewers—and its passé-ness is probably part of its appeal. The form grew up in England during the First World War, a time, we know, when old manners were being discarded, to the grief of many. Ballroom, however weirdly, restored the lost treasures—romance, glamour, a world of ladies and gentlemen. The U.K., forever after, has been the capital of ballroom. In 1949, the BBC launched a show, “Come Dancing,” which lasted for almost fifty years, and when it was finally cancelled, there must have been protests, because a few years later the BBC came up with “Strictly Come Dancing,” which is still running. “Dancing with the Stars” is the American edition of that program.

But “Dancing with the Stars,” like “Strictly Come Dancing,” is different from the standard ballroom contest. Only half the competitors are real dancers. Their partners are celebrities, usually from sports or entertainment. This gives the television audience the pleasure of looking at stars—and more. The stars are seen under duress, competing in a realm where they have no skill. They have to sweat through rehearsals, then go out on live TV and do what they can, then stand in front of a panel of judges to be told what is wrong with them, and then get thrown out or not. In other words, “Dancing with the Stars” is a reality show, with all the sadism and sentimentality endemic to the genre.

The new season kicked off last month with twelve stars: the comedian and magician Penn Jillette; the tennis champion Monica Seles; the rhythm-and-blues singer Mario; Jason Taylor, the Miami Dolphins’ defensive end; Kristi Yamaguchi, the gold-medal figure skater; Priscilla Presley, who appeared in the “Naked Gun” films (but who, as she herself pointed out, is best known for having been the wife of Elvis); and various other actors—Marissa Jaret Winokur, Shannon Elizabeth, Steve Guttenberg, Marlee Matlin, Adam Carolla, and Cristián de la Fuente. If you don’t recognize some of these names, don’t feel bad. Most of the people who appear on “Dancing with the Stars” are not currently big stars. They are medium-level stars, or older stars. Roger Federer doesn’t have time to go on the show; Monica Seles does.

What can you learn from “Dancing with the Stars”? First, the difference between a dancer and a non-dancer. The people who partner the stars on the show are not just professional ballroom dancers; in their field they are bigger stars than their partners are in their fields. I don’t know why they’re up there, dragging those klutzes around—the pay must be good—but when you watch them dancing with non-professionals you will see what makes a person a dancer. Contrary to widespread belief, the main difference is not in the feet but in the upper body—the neck, the shoulders, the arms, which are stiff in the amateur and relaxed and eloquent in the professional. The other giveaway is in “line.” You may think you don’t know what that is, but, as with consonance in music, you do know. It is the carriage of the body in a way that seems harmonious and natural, as opposed to awkward and forced. Poor Monica Seles, with every step she took, ended in a position that no human being has ever willingly assumed. She was eliminated in the first round.

The other matter you can learn about from “Dancing with the Stars” is sex roles. The program makes a point of challenging sexual stereotypes. This season, a couple of the star women related how, as children, they were not girlie girls—they were tomboys—and we got footage of Shannon Elizabeth kicking a punching bag. Meanwhile, the men were being reassured that ballroom dancing would not endanger their status as heterosexuals. Jason Taylor, in his rehearsal footage, brought in a tutu that he said his poker buddies gave him when they heard he was going on the show, but this note of anxiety was introduced only to be scoffed at. After all, the person in that little pink skirt was the N.F.L.’s 2006 Defensive Player of the Year. Real men do dance, the show is saying.

Nevertheless, “Dancing with the Stars” believes in gender stereotypes with all its heart. The women are dressed like Vegas showgirls. (Many of the outfits are little more than bits of fringe pasted over their secondary sexual characteristics.) Then, there are the judges’ remarks. Female stars are often congratulated on getting in touch with their inner “hotness.”

But the old stereotypes, at least those which apply to the men, are the basis of much that is good about the show, its portion of fun and sweetness. In our society, men (or the non-Latin variety) are not expected to be able to dance, and therefore the male stars are not at all crushed by their incompetence. Many of them blow it off, and tool around happily until they are eliminated. Penn Jillette, a great, unarticulated mound of a man, did little more than try to get out of the way of what his superb partner, Kym Johnson, was doing. When, later, a judge commented on Jillette’s huge, hopeless feet, he said, “I had them bound for two weeks—they just didn’t get smaller.” Meanwhile, these men’s partners, the female professionals assigned to teach them how to dance, are not pained by their pupils’ bad performances, because what can you do? They’re guys. The same is true in rehearsal. The male stars and their pro partners kid around together. (When Adam Carolla’s partner, Julianne Hough, told him to roll up from his pelvis, he replied, “I’m not sure if dudes have a pelvis.” “Well, do it from your thingie,” she said.) In the rare case where the man actually can dance, this is treated as a pleasant surprise. Jason Taylor has turned out to be a lovely dancer. Yet he, too, remains true to his gender role. On the dance floor, he looks endearingly baffled, as if he had just discovered that he is good at shucking oysters, or something else equally unrelated to his pride.

With the female stars, the situation is the opposite, and, again, entirely consistent with traditional sex roles. In our world, women are expected to be able to dance. Therefore, while the male celebrities are making jokes, their female counterparts are working and worrying. Marissa Jaret Winokur may have won a Tony Award for her performance in “Hairspray,” but that didn’t prevent her from sobbing in front of the camera over the lousy score she got for her cha-cha. The worst situation, however, is that of the male professionals assigned to partner the nervous women. They don’t just have to teach them the dances; they have to console them. You see these men, during the judging process, patting their ladies on the head, the shoulder: “It’s O.K., honey. You did great.”

The gender drama is even clearer in the show’s human-interest department. “Dancing with the Stars” has a strong Oprah-esque edge, an obsession with disability and “overcoming.” Last year, one of the stars was Heather Mills, best known for having been Paul McCartney’s wife, who has a prosthetic leg. Marlee Matlin, of the current season, is deaf. “I’m here on ‘Dancing with the Stars’ to prove to people that just because you’re deaf doesn’t mean you can’t dance,” she announced. Let me say, since “Dancing with the Stars” will not, that a person who has a prosthetic leg, or who can’t hear, is no more likely to become a beautiful dancer than a person with a prosthetic hand is likely to become an accomplished typist. (Matlin is doing pretty well, though.) To the producers, that is less important than the melodrama of transcending affliction. When there’s no handicap, they invent one. Marissa Winokur—with, I am sure, considerable urging from the producers—has told us three times so far that she is not thin. (Like Matlin, she says that she’s there to inspire her impairment group: “I’m bringin’ it in for everyone who’s not a size 2.”) We have also been repeatedly informed that Priscilla Presley is old—“the most mature woman we’ve ever had,” in the careful words of the m.c. In fact, by today’s standards Presley isn’t very old—she’s sixty-two—and she’s a good mover.

The case-history treatment of the women leaks out beyond the show. Like other popular TV programs, “Dancing with the Stars” has spawned a large peripheral media culture: message boards, newspaper articles, YouTube postings. (If you want to see Marie Osmond fainting during the judging last year, or Heather Mills crashing to the floor during her samba, go to YouTube.) In the first two weeks of the current season, nothing was more thoroughly discussed in those venues than Priscilla Presley’s misadventures in cosmetic surgery. On Beyond Reality, a video blog, one of the commentators said, “She seems really spacey, you know? Maybe too much Botox. . . . It’s, like, eating away her brain.” A number of writers reported that an Argentine doctor injected Presley’s face with industrial silicone, like the kind used to lubricate auto parts, and that he was sent to prison.

In the end, the show is not really about dancing; it is about toil and suffering. Each routine is typically only a minute and a half long. In other words, on an episode with six couples, only nine minutes are devoted to dancing. The rest of the time is devoted to the Greek tragedy that, at least for the women, supposedly surrounds the dance performances: the rehearsals, the judging, the “eliminations.” The last must be seen to be believed. The couples stand on a raised platform; lights scan them as if they were a murder scene. Then, one by one, with plenty of interruptions to prolong the agony—commercials, backstage buzz (Cristián de la Fuente: “Now the tears are going to start rolling”)—the “saved” couples are announced, and then, finally, the not-saved, the sacrificed. Last week, when Steve Guttenberg was eliminated, there was weeping and hugging, as if he were going to an honorable death. Not everyone accepts the script, though. When Adam Carolla was told by a judge early in the season that his foxtrot made him look like a cross between Will Ferrell and John Cleese, he replied, “Both of them could buy and sell you.” Bravo to him. ♦

This article appears in the print edition of the April 14, 2008, issue.