Managed to get tickets for the sold out penultimate performance of Unbroken – and how glad I am that I did!
I love Max Ophuls and one of my all time favourite films is La Ronde due to its elegant circular construction and witty observations. Originally written as a radical play in 1897 by Scnitzler it is a searing comment on sexual relationships and how they are played out within the construct of society. It is a circular narrative and fits very well with the idea of sexual promiscuity, sexual disease – how things go ’round and round’. Ophul’s film has a meta narrative that I love and joyously plays with and reveals to the audience the mechanisms of film within the construction of the film it self. A work of genius to my mind.
So wasnt too sure about dance as a medium and use of a poss meta narrative- although the metaphor of dance and sexuality seemed obvious. And I hate theatre as a rule!
However what a delight, I’m a Luddite when it comes to dance I know little about it since the 80’s when I got a GCSE in modern dance !! So I was expecting some ‘contemporary entanglings” and high jumps a la Pineapple – oh how wrong I was. It was subtle, the movement was languid, intense, clumsy, rhythmic, constructed, easy, entwined, -in short it was sexual! It was like a language that spoke sex.
I was interested in the construction and representation of ‘movement’ after visiting the futurist exhibition the week before and what a difference between mechanical movement and human sexual movement. At first I thought the male dancer was odd and clumsy, not as gifted as his beautiful female counterpart, but as in sex, there is always clumsiness and clump foottedness mingled in with effortless grace – it was sheer genius to reveal the human positioning component. Lest we should forget and imagine otherwise the human being is not yet a fine tuned machine and it is in sexual relations that even the most sure footed rock star shows his vulnerability (even if he does not see it him self.)
The dialogue? here I have to confess Im not a regular!!! I have a hatred for white middle class theatre and Notting Hill Theatres and galleries are normally avoided by me at all costs. However I was in improvisation theatres for quite a few years and have been in experimantal theatre groups and taken some leading parts `i may add!! But not for many years.
so my hellish imagined scenes : one of endless convoluted and clever dramatic chat or moody silences and ticking clocks concerning anguished trials and tribulations about their jobs as artist and musicians, deceit, property, affairs and inherritance. I cant stand the monotoned theatrical speak ( I accept, it may all in my head and the threatre may well have changed). But hell truth is the white middle class take on life just bores me – I read it in the papers every day!!. I am informed by it but I cant relate nor do I want to…..but i can relate to sex – whoevers having it….so may be this may be Ok
WOW!! – you cant knock fabulousness where ever it comes – that would be wrong!!! And those self imposed barriers melted away as I became embroiled in the cleverly crafted dialogue. It was like peeping in on other peoples misery whilst at the same time thinking mmm…Ive had a manipulative converstaion just like that! No class barriers in sexual politics then??
The audience seemed very Notting Hill which made me a little smug – but when the audience spilled out on to the foyer there were lots of young people from all walks of life – all sorts actually. Maybe time to brush that big chip off my shoulder?
What a great night!
Damn it was good! I might be a convert – or am I just getting old?