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Don Quichotte à l’Opéra : un couple peut en cacher bien d’autres

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Hohyun Kang (Kitri), Pablo Legasa (Basilio), Celia Drouy (Mercedes) et Mathieu Contat (Espada).

À l’Opéra, la ronde des prises de rôle continue. En ce samedi 13 avril, on était convié à découvrir une nouvelle Kitri. Hohyun Kang, sujet, très en vue depuis son entrée dans la compagnie en 2018. Distribuée la saison dernière en Marie Vetsera dans l’indigeste Mayerling de Kenneth McMillan, elle se voit offrir pour la première fois un premier rôle principal dans un ballet de Rudolf Noureev. Elle le fait aux côtés de Pablo Legasa, premier danseur, qui avait abordé le rôle de Basilio lors de l’antépénultième reprise du ballet en 2017. Qu’allait nous offrir ce nouveau couple ?

Au début, c’est sans surprise mais avec plaisir qu’on entre de plain-pied dans le domaine de la belle danse. Les deux danseurs ont en effet une technique limpide. Mademoiselle Kang, outre sa maîtrise superlative du vocabulaire de son art, a également une compréhension fine de l’accentuation particulière requise par le style français. Pablo Legasa a de son côté une singularité d’interprétation qui rend le plus souvent ses incarnations dansées passionnantes. L’acte 1 de Don Quichotte nous offre donc son lot de portés aériens maîtrisés (notamment celui de la coda du grand pas de deux), d’accords de lignes et de prouesses individuelles. Legasa a des réceptions de doubles tours en l’air d’une impressionnante précision, Kang développe haut la jambe à la seconde, suspendue sur sa pointe sans sembler avoir besoin d’être soutenue par son partenaire. L’alchimie technique est indéniable.

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Hohyun Kang (Kitri) et Pablo Legasa (Basilio).

Mais qu’en est-il de la connexion amoureuse ? Pendant tout ce premier acte, on perçoit surtout une connivence. Kitri et Basilio s’entendent comme larrons en foire pour faire enrager leur entourage ainsi que pour se faire des niches. À vrai dire, on s’en serait contenté. Cela n’aurait pas été la première fois qu’on aurait passé une excellente soirée en compagnie d’un duo de meilleurs amis.

Mais lors de la première scène de l’acte 2, voilà que le couple amoureux se révèle. Et cela bouleverse tout. Les deux héros, comme libérés du regard d’autrui développent, au clair de lune, un partenariat à la fois sensuel et intime. Basilio-Pablo fait ses petits temps de flèche perché au-dessus de sa partenaire allongée avec une forme d’intensité qui parle de passion inassouvie, Kitri-Hohyun fait un développé dangereusement décalé qui la fait se coller à la poitrine offerte de son partenaire et exprime une forme de confiance sans partage. La farce reprend ses droits avec l’apparition des Gitans mais les évolutions des deux danseurs sont désormais emprunte de volupté. Cela fait presque oublier qu’Isaac Lopes-Gomez est chef gitan fort insipide.

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Hohyun Kang et Pablo Legasa

C’est cette volupté qui manque un peu à la scène des dryades. En Kitri-Dulcinée, Kang est parfaite techniquement, exécutant notamment une diagonale sur pointes impressionnante d’aisance et  des sissonnes-relevés très parcourues et aériennes. Mais son visage, resté trop neutre, semble laisser sur la touche le Don pourtant très investi de Cyril Chokroun. Ou bien étions nous momentanément sorti du ballet en raison de l’interprétation pesante et sans charme de Camille Bon en Reine des Dryades ?

Qu’importe. À l’acte 3, les festivités reprennent. Pablo Legassa et Hohyun Kang nous offrent le cadeau assez peu commun de continuer à faire évoluer la relation entre leurs personnages dans un ballet où on est en général définitivement fixé sur les protagonistes dès leur première entrée à l’acte 1. Pablo Legasa reste certes fidèle à son Basilio, nous offrant une scène de faux suicide délicieusement bouffonne mais dans le grand pas de deux, le danseur se montre comme transfiguré par l’hymen. Lui qui maintenait jusque-ici  en sourdine le registre de l’hispanité se laisse emporter dans une démonstration de cambré de matador et de ports de bras impérieux. Il se dégage de sa danse une forme de plénitude. Il développe en 4e et tient la position aussi longtemps que sa partenaire. Ses jetés sont à un parfait 180°. C’est comme si le garçon facétieux était devenu un homme sûr de lui. De son côté, Kang se montre sereinement féminine. Elle bat de l’éventail avec une assurance et un humour un peu détaché qui parle là aussi de maturité. Les deux danseurs emportent la salle avec une coda très enlevée, de cabrioles battues pour l’un et de fouettés pour l’autre. Les noces sont réussies et on est ravis d’y avoir été conviés.

José Martinez est décidément face à un problème de taille. Il a à sa disposition une impressionnante cohorte de jeunes talents montants qui pourront prétendre à court ou moyen terme au rang d’étoile. Kang, McIntosh, Stojanov, Legasa, rien que pour cette série de Don Quichotte, sont prêts. Thomas Docquir le sera incessamment sous peu. Et que dire de celles et ceux qui le seront sans doute bientôt ? Rien que pendant cette soirée, Célia Drouy, qui interprétait une Mercédès pleine d’élégance et de caractère durant cette soirée aux côtés du non moins élégant Mathieu Contat en Espada, est pleine de promesses. Bianca Scudamore, primesautier Cupidon et preste Demoiselle d’honneur, quand elle aura gagné en profondeur dans son jeu, pourra également atteindre le premier rang. Et même pourquoi pas Camille Bon, élégante et fine technicienne, parfois plaisamment altière, lorsqu’elle aura cessé de considérer le quatrième mur comme le miroir d’un studio de répétition.

Le choix va être difficile Don José-Carlos !

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Pas de deux at the Paris Opera Ballet : Baby Can YOU drive my car?

The extended apron thrust forward across where the orchestra should have been gave many seats at the Palais Garnier – already not renowned for visibility — scant sightlines unless you were in a last row and could stand up and tilt forward. Were these two “it’s a gala/not a gala” programs worth attending? Yes and/or no.

Evening  Number One: “Nureyev” on Thursday, October 8, at the Palais Garnier.

Nureyev’s re-thinkings of the relationship between male and female dancers always seek to tweak the format of the male partner up and out from glorified crane operator into that of race car driver. But that foot on the gas was always revved up by a strong narrative context.

Nutcracker pas de deux Acts One and Two

Gilbert generously offers everything to a partner and the audience, from her agile eyes through her ever-in-motion and vibrantly tensile body. A street dancer would say “the girlfriend just kills it.” Her boyfriend for this series, Paul Marque, first needs to learn how to live.

At the apex of the Act II pas of Nuts, Nureyev inserts a fiendishly complex and accelerating airborne figure that twice ends in a fish dive, of course timed to heighten a typically overboard Tchaikovsky crescendo. Try to imagine this: the stunt driver is basically trying to keep hold of the wheel of a Lamborghini with a mind of its own that suddenly goes from 0 to 100, has decided to flip while doing a U-turn, and expects to land safe and sound and camera-ready in the branches of that tree just dangling over the cliff.  This must, of course, be meticulously rehearsed even more than usual, as it can become a real hot mess with arms, legs, necks, and tutu all in getting in the way.  But it’s so worth the risk and, even when a couple messes up, this thing can give you “wow” shivers of delight and relief. After “a-one-a-two-a-three,” Marque twice parked Gilbert’s race car as if she were a vintage Trabant. Seriously: the combination became unwieldy and dull.

Marque continues to present everything so carefully and so nicely: he just hasn’t shaken off that “I was the best student in the class “ vibe. But where is the urge to rev up?  Smiling nicely just doesn’t do it, nor does merely getting a partner around from left to right. He needs to work on developing a more authoritative stage presence, or at least a less impersonal one.

 

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A ballerina radiating just as much oomph and chic and and warmth as Dorothée Gilbert, Alice Renavand grooved and spun wheelies just like the glowing Hollywood starlet of Nureyev’s cinematic imagination.  If Renavand “owned” the stage, it was also because she was perfectly in synch with a carefree and confident Florian Magnenet, so in the moment that he managed to make you forget those horrible gold lamé pants.

 

Swan Lake, Act 1

Gently furling his ductile fingers in order to clasp the wrists of the rare bird that continued to astonish him, Audric Bezard also (once again) demonstrated that partnering can be so much more than “just stand around and be ready to lift the ballerina into position, OK?” Here we had what a pas is supposed to be about: a dialogue so intense that it transcends metaphor.

You always feel the synergy between Bezard and Amandine Albisson. Twice she threw herself into the overhead lift that resembles a back-flip caught mid-flight. Bezard knows that this partner never “strikes a pose” but instead fills out the legato, always continuing to extend some part her movements beyond the last drop of a phrase. His choice to keep her in movement up there, her front leg dangerously tilting further and further over by miniscule degrees, transformed this lift – too often a “hoist and hold” more suited to pairs skating – into a poetic and sincere image of utter abandon and trust. The audience held its breath for the right reason.

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Manfred

Bewildered, the audience nevertheless applauded wildly at the end of this agonized and out of context solo. Pretending to themselves they had understood, the audience just went with the flow of the seasoned dancer-actor. Mathias Heymann gave the moment its full dose of “ah me” angst and defied the limits of the little apron stage [these are people used to eating up space the size of a football field].

Pas de deux can mostly easily be pulled out of context and presented as is, since the theme generally gravitates from “we two are now falling in love,” and “yes, we are still in love,” to “hey, guys, welcome to our wedding!” But I have doubts about the point of plunging both actor and audience into an excerpt that lacks a shared back-story. Maybe you could ask Juliet to do the death scene a capella. Who doesn’t know the “why” of that one? But have most of us ever actually read Lord Byron, much less ever heard of this Manfred? The program notes that the hero is about to be reunited by Death [spelled with a capital “D”] with his beloved Astarté. Good to know.

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Francesco Mura somehow manages to bounce and spring from a tiny unforced plié, as if he just changed his mind about where to go. But sometimes the small preparation serves him less well. Valentine Colasante is now in a happy and confident mind-set, having learned to trust her body. She now relaxes into all the curves with unforced charm and easy wit.

R & J versus Sleeping Beauty’s Act III

In the Balcony Scene with Miriam Ould-Braham, Germain Louvet’s still boyish persona perfectly suited his Juliet’s relaxed and radiant girlishness. But then, when confronted by Léonore Baulac’s  Beauty, Louvet once again began to seem too young and coltish. It must hard make a connection with a ballerina who persists in exteriorizing, in offering up sharply-outlined girliness. You can grin hard, or you can simply smile.  Nothing is at all wrong with Baulac’s steely technique. If she could just trust herself enough to let a little bit of the air out of her tires…She drives fast but never stops to take a look at the landscape.

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As the Beatles once sang a very, very, long time ago:

 « Baby, you can drive my car
Yes, I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you »

Evening Two: “Etoiles.”  Tuesday, October 13, 2020.

We were enticed back to the Palais Garnier for a thing called “Etoiles {Stars] de l’Opera,” where the program consisted of…anything and everything in a very random way.  (Plus a bit of live music!)

Clair de lune by Alistair Marriott (2017) was announced in the program as a nice new thing. Nice live Debussy happened, because the house pianist Elena Bonnay, just like the best of dancers, makes all music fill out an otherwise empty space.

Mathieu Ganio, sporting a very pretty maxi-skort, opened his arms sculpturally, did a few perfect plies à la seconde, and proffered up a few light contractions. At the end, all I could think of was Greta Garbo’s reaction to her first kiss in the film Ninochka: “That was…restful.”  Therefore:

Trois Gnossiennes, by Hans van Manen and way back from 1982, seemed less dated by comparison.  The same plié à la seconde, a few innie contractions, a flexed foot timed to a piano chord for no reason whatever, again. Same old, eh? Oddly, though, van Manen’s pure and pensive duet suited  Ludmila Paglerio and Hugo Marchand as  prettily as Marriott’s had for Ganio. While Satie’s music breathes at the same spaced-out rhythm as Debussy’s, it remains more ticklish. Noodling around in an  absinth-colored but lucid haze, this oddball composer also knew where he was going. I thought of this restrained little pas de deux as perhaps “Balanchine’s Apollo checks out a fourth muse.”  Euterpe would be my choice. But why not Urania?

And why wasn’t a bit of Kylian included in this program? After all, Kylain has historically been vastly more represented in the Paris Opera Ballet’s repertoire than van Manen will ever be.

The last time I saw Martha Graham’s Lamentation, Miriam Kamionka — parked into a side corridor of the Palais Garnier — was really doing it deep and then doing it over and over again unto exhaustion during  yet another one of those Boris Charmatz events. Before that stunt, maybe I had seen the solo performed here by Fanny Gaida during the ‘90’s. When Sae-Un Park, utterly lacking any connection to her solar plexus, had finished demonstrating how hard it is to pull just one tissue out of a Kleenex box while pretending it matters, the audience around me couldn’t even tell when it was over and waited politely for the lights to go off  and hence applaud. This took 3.5 minutes from start to end, according to the program.

Then came the duet from William Forsythe’s Herman Schmerman, another thingy that maybe also had entered into the repertoire around 2017. Again: why this one, when so many juicy Forsythes already belong to us in Paris? At first I did not remember that this particular Forsythe invention was in fact a delicious parody of “Agon.” It took time for Hannah O’Neill to get revved up and to finally start pushing back against Vincent Chaillet. Ah, Vincent Chaillet, forceful, weightier, and much more cheerfully nasty and all-out than I’d seen him for quite a while, relaxed into every combination with wry humor and real groundedness. He kept teasing O’Neill: who is leading, eh? Eh?! Yo! Yow! Get on up, girl!

I think that for many of us, the brilliant Ida Nevasayneva of the Trocks (or another Trock! Peace be with you, gals) kinda killed being ever to watch La Mort du cygne/Dying Swan without desperately wanting to giggle at even the idea of a costume decked with feathers or that inevitable flappy arm stuff. Despite my firm desire to resist, Ludmila Pagliero’s soft, distilled, un-hysterical and deeply dignified interpretation reconciled me to this usually overcooked solo.  No gymnastic rippling arms à la Plisetskaya, no tedious Russian soul à la Ulanova.  Here we finally saw a really quietly sad, therefore gut-wrenching, Lamentation. Pagliero’s approach helped me understand just how carefully Michael Fokine had listened to our human need for the aching sound of a cello [Ophélie Gaillard, yes!] or a viola, or a harp  — a penchant that Saint-Saens had shared with Tchaikovsky. How perfectly – if done simply and wisely by just trusting the steps and the Petipa vibe, as Pagliero did – this mini-epic could offer a much less bombastic ending to Swan Lake.

Suite of Dances brought Ophélie Gaillard’s cello back up downstage for a face to face with Hugo Marchand in one of those “just you and me and the music” escapades that Jerome Robbins had imagined a long time before a “platform” meant anything less than a stage’s wooden floor.  I admit I had preferred the mysterious longing Mathias Heymann had brought to the solo back in 2018 — especially to the largo movement. Tonight, this honestly jolly interpretation, infused with a burst of “why not?” energy, pulled me into Marchand’s space and mindset. Here was a guy up there on stage daring to tease you, me, and oh yes the cellist with equally wry amusement, just as Baryshnikov once had dared.  All those little jaunty summersaults turn out to look even cuter and sillier on a tall guy. The cocky Fancy Free sailor struts in part four were tossed off in just the right way: I am and am so not your alpha male, but if you believe anything I’m sayin’, we’re good to go.

The evening wound down with a homeopathic dose of Romantic frou-frou, as we were forced to watch one of those “We are so in love. Yes, we are still in love” out of context pas de deux, This one was extracted from John Neumeier’s La Dame aux Camélias.

An ardent Mathieu Ganio found himself facing a Laura Hecquet devoted to smoothing down her fluffy costume and stiff hair. When Neumeier’s pas was going all horizontal and swoony, Ganio gamely kept replacing her gently onto her pointes as if she deserved valet parking.  But unlike, say, Anna Karina leaning dangerously out of her car to kiss Belmondo full throttle in Pierrot le Fou, Hecquet simply refused to hoist herself even one millimeter out of her seat for the really big lifts. She was dead weight, and I wanted to scream. Unlike almost any dancer I have ever seen, Hecquet still persists in not helping her co-driver. She insists on being hoisted and hauled around like a barrel. Partnering should never be about driving the wrong way down a one-way street.

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