Choreographer's Diary
by Leigh Witchel
Day 38. September 17, 1999.
Second performance.
As in the final week
of rehearsals, tempers are short, and some of the dancers are
obstinate, not understanding why they have to rehearse
if it's a technical problem in Armature. I don't even
bother
wasting the time to explain, I just run the rehearsal, and we
go over the questionable cues in Armature twice. It pays
off. The ballet becomes visible tonight and has its best performance
of the run. It was a pleasure to get to see it. I find it sly
and witty, but also beautiful at the same time, and I like the
idea that it is open to so many interpretations. (Is it a spoof
or a love song? Yes.) Scherzo is a bit more disjointed
at its opening than the night before, but I still like watching
it. It's a great opening ballet, both for the audience and the
dancers. The fact that it's in soft slippers lets the dancers
find themselves on the stage, and the audience loves the atmosphere.
What I am struck by while watching it is how gay it is. Not because
it's camp (it isn't) but because of its iconography and portrayal
of the women. A straight man wouldn't have made them look like
that, as a larger than life iconic heroine, a Vivian Leigh in
Streetcar or Lillian Gish in Broken Blossoms. Aubade
goes well although Chuck accidentally edits about 16 counts of
the ballet out at one point and has to resort to emergency mime.
Horizon, however, looks as if it had been rehearsed in
separate rooms. The videographer is shooting emergency footage
in case there's a major slip up in the performance tomorrow,
when a two-camera shoot is scheduled, but I think precious little
of the footage tonight would be usable, there is that little
synchrony among the dancers. I make it clear that this ballet
will be rehearsed tomorrow before we leave for the evening.
Day 39