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Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Royal Ballet
Even the best butter would not help this plot-less evening
"I told you butter wouldn’t suit the works," accuses the Mad Hatter. "It was the best butter," replies the March Hare apologetically, in Lewis Carroll’s original tale. Butter might or might not suit the works onstage in the Royal Ballet’s everything-including-the-kitchen-sink version of Alice in Wonderland. We’ll never know, since Christopher Wheeldon has not used any butter at all, allowing his audience the merest scrape of choreographic margarine. If you like video tricks, dazzling projections, special effects and Uncle-Tom-Cobbleigh-and-all, then this Alice in Wonderland is for you. If, however, you want a dance-drama, well, you’re out of luck.
Early on in Act I, when Alice is with her sisters in the deanery at Christ Church, before she drops down the rabbit-hole, it appears that Wheeldon has been paying attention to what a dance-drama entails: up pop the imperious mother, the hand-shaking older men, the ringleted sisters, and the bobbing, turning, prancing maids of MacMillan’s Mayerling. But immediately after summoning them all, Wheeldon seems to give a shrug, and discards any attempts at story-telling, exchanging that for endless noodling solos for Alice.
A seasoned dramaturg would have told him his choice of story had doomed him to this, since Alice in Wonderland is not, properly speaking, a novel at all, with rounded characters, or anything as eccentric as a plot. Instead it is a picaresque, with a single character moving from scene to scene, each designed merely to answer the question, And then? And then? So poor, perky Lauren Cuthbertson bourées and arabesques without focus between groups of people who have no interest in her, or in each other, at all.
There has been some extensive reworking, it is true, since the ballet was premiered last spring. Some of the changes are helpful: there is certainly more actual dance than in the original. (The piece is a co-production with the National Ballet of Canada, and it appears that additional choreography was inserted when the piece was first mounted there.) The evening is now in three, rather than two, acts: originally, the first act lasted a full 70 minutes, whereas now it is a more child-friendly 45.
But these tinkerings come at a price, the extra interval stretching the evening out to nearly three hours. And the new act break is dramatically uncertain, just finishing in mid-air rather than concluding coherently: Alice is in a pas de trois with the White Rabbit and the Jack of Hearts. She is blindfolded and turns, bewildered, as the curtain comes down. As well she might be. There is no explanation of what the blindfold is for, and when we return to the same point at the start of Act II, it is immediately discarded.
Despite the cosmetic surgery, the core of the problem remains: Wheeldon does not appear to know how to use dance to tell a story. Instead, the props, the special effects and the scenery (Bob Crowley's fine work) tell the story, and dancing is what happens in front and in between these moments.
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