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Polyphonia/ Sweet Violets/ Carbon Life, Royal Ballet | Dance reviews, news & interviews

Polyphonia/ Sweet Violets/ Carbon Life, Royal Ballet

Double disappointment for two world premieres, despite the hype

Not such Sweet Violets: Johan Kobborg and Steven McRae as the painter Sickert and "Jack"All images © Bill Cooper/Royal Opera House

All year we've had to wait for a world premiere, and two come along at once. Last night was built to make some noise about the three most impressive young names in Royal Ballet choreography, and that will be where the PR story ends, but not where the flat disappointment ends. For while Christopher Wheeldon is shown at his magnificent best in an early piece, both Liam Scarlett and Wayne McGregor's new creations are nowhere near the best that either has shown.

They're opposites, but alike in why they fail. Scarlett’s Sweet Violets is an impenetrable jangle of narrative in the old style; McGregor’s Carbon Life an unyielding jangle of amoeba-like dance in the new. Each is richly decorated, Scarlett’s with fine theatrical sets for his psychodrama about Walter Sickert, a painter with a nasty turn of mind, and McGregor’s with a grid that goes up and down and an array of today’s popsters performing live on stage, Mark Ronson as composer and bass guitarist, Boy George, Hero Fisher, Alison Mosshart among the singers.

sweet violets kobborg cojocaruEach sinks under the ponderous weight of its own image-making, but Scarlett's is a sadder flop, being a youngster who has made an outstanding start in semi-abstract ballets for the Royal Ballet. Possibly he was urged to do a narrative because of the fatal attraction of the Kenneth MacMillan Mayerling tradition, but this is far too clotted a scenario about the forces that possessed Sickert’s imagination, and his possible alter ego as Jack the Ripper (Johan Kobborg as Sickert pictured with Alina Cojocaru).

It's not at all a bad idea, actually: the sexual control that a creator allows his model or performer to have over his fantasy is an exciting theme, and the slanted, suggestive staging by John Macfarlane turns the audience neatly into peeping Toms. For 15 good opening minutes you watch the murder, see the artist torn in imagination and longings between “day” and “night” existences, addicted to recreating the newspaper reports for his own relish, peopling the fantasies with the drab prostitutes and shadowy men of his circle.

But then facts and names rapidly get in the way of a good story. The Prime Minister enters the scene, along with an evil spirit with black eyes ("Jack") and a man called Eddy, Sickert’s model does a sexy striptease, another woman goes mad, and someone else murders someone else - all frenziedly complicated with gesture and mime, furtively lit, and with much scenery clattering importantly about.

Tamara Rojo relishes being 'partially nude' (warnings are given by the Opera House on this, for health and safety reasons)

Scarlett has a true and very promising choreographic talent, but a dance-maker isn’t a News of the World reporter. He should have been firmly ordered by his seniors to stop trying to do a Mayerling-meets-Jekyll and Hyde, junk half the characters, change the music and distil to the emotional essence. The great Johan Kobborg is criminally underused in the main role, turned into a bufferish old Don Quixote wandering about the over-populated stage, observing his predicament rather than being in it.

The rest is typecasting: Thiago Soares as yet another handsome villain, Steven McRae yet another supernatural, Alina Cojocaru emitting sparrow-like misery in her translucently lovely way, Tamara Rojo relishing being "partially nude" (warnings are given by the Opera House on this, for the health and safety of the more fragile members in the audience). Laura Morera’s madness is inexplicable unless you read all the programme notes later (she’s had a baby by Queen Victoria’s grandson - he’s Eddy, that’s why the Prime Minister came in...). All major artists in niggardly material.

Part of the problem is Scarlett’s choice of music - piano trios by Rachmaninov, a man for whom excess is normal garb, but frankly, in this turgid, fraught obscurity, the three musicians had the best deal.

Comments

I shared some of Ismene's

I shared some of Ismene's reservations about Sweet Violets: it was a hugely ambitious undertaking for a first narrative ballet . Liam will learn that it is not enough to understnad a complex story yourself...you need to take the audience with you so that, for example, they understand that the girl soliciting outside the theatre and the poor raddled asylum occupant are the playful girls last seen in Sickerts studio. If you know the dancers that was clear but not otherwise; but he will learn and his choreographic talent is formidable. Carbon Life however was terrific; the moment when the front drape went up to reveal the spectacular chorus line up was memorable; and the music prompted some of Wayne's best duets yet in the work for Ed/Olivia, Steven and Sarah and Eric and Lauren. Probably if Ismene couldn't tell which dancer was which because of the lighting she missed the finer choeographic details. It is too easy to characterise this as a spectacular with a short shelf life; I think it may turn out to have the same longevity as Elite Syncopations which was dismissed in the same way

I rarely comment as a point

I rarely comment as a point of principle on other critic's reviews but unlike the first of the commentators above, Ismene has the courage to make her views known - invariably before any other criticism of that work has been published. We read her work because she doesn't pull any punches (and no professional critic should), because she has integrity and respect as a critic and because she has an extensive experience of watching dance all over the world that very few people could ever aspire to matching. Not only does she not shy away from writing elegant, direct criticism but is also prepared to invite comment from those unwilling to identify themselves. The world would be very odd if we were all to agree but I prefer the people with the strength of character to state their views openly.

Agreed. I would also just

Agreed. I would also just like to add that from a practical point of view it's almost impossible to make sense of a programme of ballet which one is unable to attend by reading reviews which focus on the positive. Surely it's a given that tastes are subjective? The best reviewers manage to weave into their reviews enough context to qualify those tastes so that one senses 'where the reviewer is coming from', but without the review being all about them. (Another perfect example of this is Clement Crisp). This idea expressed in some of these comments that criticism only has value, or even validity, if it conforms to the majority is immature and just plain wrong - as is the notion that enthusiastic applause is a good measure of the quality or worth of some new work. ROH audiences (and London audiences in general) will generally clap enthusiastically for any new work especially when there is a buzz in the air. Lastly, I can't help but notice that the negative comments directed at Ismene Brown on this page are in themselves examples of the type of poor criticism they protest against. They are full of ad hominem remarks, subjective opinion stated as fact, ignorance and so on. Pot, kettle, black....

PS please can someone from

PS please can someone from the artsdesk sort out the text formatting in comments. It gets all bunched up as you can see (no paragraphs). Thx

A disgracefully sour review.

A disgracefully sour review. The fact that the reviewer is so ignorant of Rachmaninov's talent makes one doubt her ability to comment on any cultural activity, including dance.

I guess it's because I've

I guess it's because I've played a certain amount of Rachmaninov for most of my life, and listened to more, that I appreciate his excess in some contexts and not in others. Perhaps you will allow that doesn't make me totally "ignorant of his talent". And perhaps 50 years of music-making and 30 years of watching dance might just qualify me for an opinion of some kind "on any cultural activity"? Your world does seem a little lonely, if I may say so. Ismene

Whilst agreeing that

Whilst agreeing that Polyphonia was the highlight of this bill (although I enjoyed Sweet Violets rather more than this critic), for accuracy might I point out that thee was no duet in the McGregor for Sarah Lamb and Edward Watson. She danced with Steven McRae, he with Olivia Cowley...

James, thank you for that

James, thank you for that correction, which I've made. From a distance, in that styling, the two men looked very similar.

Yet another review from

Yet another review from Ismene bemoaning her evening at the Royal Opera House -- quelle surprise. My two companions and I, and the rest of the audience judging by the applause, were utterly enthralled by the new pieces. I would urge anyone reading it to simply ignore this review and do your utmost to get a ticket. Then just try and reconcile the incredible performances you've just witnessed with the words above.

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