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Raven Girl, Royal Ballet/ Witch-Hunt, Bern Ballett/ The Great Gatsby, Northern Ballet | reviews, news & interviews

Raven Girl, Royal Ballet/ Witch-Hunt, Bern Ballett/ The Great Gatsby, Northern Ballet

Raven Girl, Royal Ballet/ Witch-Hunt, Bern Ballett/ The Great Gatsby, Northern Ballet

Story-ballets are back, with witches, raven girls and the all too scrutable Gatsby

Flightless: Sarah Lamb as the Raven Girl in Wayne McGregor's new story-ballet© Johan Persson/ROH

Ballet is telling stories again. Last night Wayne McGregor’s debut as a narrator followed hot on the heels of Cathy Marston’s Witch-Hunt for Bern Ballett, both in the Royal Opera House complex, and Northern Ballet’s visit to London with David Nixon’s new The Great Gatsby. (To say nothing of David Bintley's Aladdin and even less of Peter Schaufuss's Midnight Express.)

Nixon is known as a straight narrative man, Marston a more expressionistic type, McGregor all abstract and kinetic, theory. Seeing the three works during the current orbit of Kenneth MacMillan’s eyepopping Mayerling at Covent Garden (now there’s storytelling) exposed that the priority for success is not “story” per se, but characters that seize you in a step, the exhilaration of expert movement, musical escape, the application of a stylised ensemble language, the suspenseful thrill of stillness. And as Balanchine said anyway, put a man and a woman on stage, and there's a story.

Of the three, Marston won out with her intelligent treatment at the Linbury Studio Theatre, for the visiting Bern Ballett, of a tale of medieval supposed witchcraft (last performance is tonight). It streaks ahead of Nixon’s expert but shallow treatment of Fitzgerald, visiting Sadler’s Wells last week, and McGregor’s lumpy, confused effort at Covent Garden with Audrey Niffenegger, Raven Girl.

McGregor’s is distant, cool, a bit of phoning home dutifully to the Royal Ballet, his heart not seeming in it

Myths are great in ballet, and Raven Girl and Witch-Hunt are both pregnant with superstitions and fairy fancies, the first a fairy-tale, the second a regrettable piece of history. But where you feel Marston urgently digging her claws into her material, McGregor’s is distant, cool, a bit of phoning home dutifully to the Royal Ballet, his heart not seeming in it.

The Raven-Girl in Niffenegger’s story is born from an unlikely marriage between a postman and a (girl) raven. The story treatment by McGregor is simplistic despite the luxury digital visuals and lush movie-score music - it’s no parable about difference, it’s no allegory about knowing yourself.

The raven girl is born to mismatched parents, feels split, asks a plastic surgeon to give her wings, then finds she can’t fly with the wings which are a lot better than her mum’s, and all is confusion after that. She wanders happily up a cliff in the dark with a raven swain, but is she now happy as all bird? And how do her odd-sock parents feel about their own life together?

Like Christopher Wheeldon’s Alice in Wonderland for the Royal Ballet, this is a work reliant on hyperactive designers while the choreographer takes a back seat. Niffenegger's charcoal palette from her book is faithfully deployed by digital whizz Ravi Deepres and designer Vicki Mortimer. There is less choreography in the inordinately long work (72 minutes) than mime and walking about, which conspires to avoid tackling the psychological life of the curious personages. 

sarah lamb raven girlSarah Lamb looks sweet and pliant in a black gamine wig as the Raven-Girl, and gives not a clue whether she feels pain in any part of her life, with or without wings. But she hasn’t much to play with, except for trapezes and chairs (pictured right by Johan Persson/ROH). Only two pieces of dance stand out. There's an unkindness of ravens, a corps de corbeaux, so stylishly underlit by Lucy Carter that what must be time-consumingly intricate choreography is almost invisible.

We get lift-off finally in the culminating pas de deux for the Raven Girl and the Raven Prince, who appears like magic at the end, an unexplained mystery. This makes lovely, heart-lifting attempts at launch, Lamb wafted weightlessly in her dream of flying by the supportive Eric Underwood, helped into her own fantasy through some imaginative and even erotic work by McGregor which at last sets loose something childlike and human in that oppressively cool cerebrum of his.

However, it is more rewarding to see a choreographer who you sense felt an imperative to put her characters on stage and show us their emotional lives. Cathy Marston isn’t an innovative or inventive choreographer of movement, but she has thrown all her might into Witch-Hunt. An intelligent passion for her subject runs through the work, redeeming many of its weaknesses. Her choice of 17th-century music by Vivaldi and his contemporaries offsets music created to rise above baseness against events that expose human beings’ animal fears, particularly about women and sex.

The cast, dressed in white, resemble staff at a psychiatric hospital, where an actress voices her memories of being an ailing child who came under the influence of a new servant to the household, a beautiful, alluring creature whose sexual attractiveness rapidly saw her accused as a witch. The child vomited needles; who put the needles in her milk? The servant, being a witch? The mother, both jealous of the servant and in love with her, attempting to frame her? The child herself, unhinged by her desperate sense of alienation from her mother?

Clemmie Sveaas emits a focused sensuality that illuminates why the woman was found both irresistible and suspicious

Three versions of the story play out, and Marston has talent enough to indicate a change in nuance and yet the same facts - not an easy thing to do, and it’s no surprise she can’t pull it off quite well enough to grip our emotions and lead us through the end of her 75 minutes (at least they seem shorter than McGregor’s 72). The economy of the set - a chain of bare metal frames which link together unceasingly into doors, windows, walls - works well, and the music editing has choice moments, like Vivaldi's jagged Winter from the Four Seasons when she swallows the needles.

The doubling of the pivotal child between a speaking actress and a dancer is a mistake - the text is a wordy, pretentious distraction. Paula Alonso as the dancing, pre-pubertal girl Annamiggeli lollops with a neediness and readiness to be seduced that works in character terms, even if it feels fairly primitive in dance terms. As her idol and, perhaps, exploiter, the magnetic Clemmie Sveaas emits a focused sensuality as the servant Anna Göldi that instantly illuminates why the woman was found both irresistible and suspicious.

What Marston also gestures at is the power of the ensemble in dance; she deploys her “nurses” and “citizens” in strong friezes that evoke the looming authority of the community, a tidal wave of mass disapproval that the ambiguous Anna Göldi can’t escape. But the piece overall is either too long or too short - it would be better as a 40-minute one-acter, or a two-acter with Marston more boldly loosening the limited vocabulary of her choreography to travel with her psychological interest.

great gatsby northern ballet

Marston is a positive sophisticate compared to Northern Ballet's David Nixon, whose The Great Gatsby is undemanding numbers-ballet, with smart costumes, a light-entertainment score by the late Sir Richard Rodney Bennett and a swanky set designer, Jérôme Kaplan, who knows how to make space and light look expensive.

It passes time, but this isn’t a plot that has much scope in dance, a bore already in the literary version. George is married to Myrtle who loves Tom who’s married to Daisy who loves Jay, who’s fancied by Nick and Jordan... The lack of any dominant character interaction means that Daisy is flighty and Jay is a stuffed shirt, and it takes a determined performer like Isaac Lee-Baker as George or John Hull as Tom Buchanan to break through the fourth wall and seize one's interest in what happens to them.

You don’t need a story to tell a story if you’ve got enough steps in your toolbox

Just one more thing: on the bill with McGregor at the Royal Ballet is Balanchine’s crisp tutu ballet Symphony in C, whose exhilaratingly tricky, delicious choreography marries the teenage Bizet’s effervescent symphony with a profound joy in music that sets dance alight like a match to paper.

As if proving his point about a man and a woman being a story, last night Marianela Nuñez and Thiago Soares soared above the clunkiness of the rest of the cast to fly away in the second movement. Echoing their remarkable performance of Balanchine's Diamonds a few years back, they once again showed such glorious empathy between them, and such poise in their execution (hers in particular) that between them they created their own tale - a lesson for other choreographers that you don’t need a story to tell a story if you’ve got enough steps in your toolbox.

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Comments

In the book of the Raven Girl, her wings DO work. The final pdd meant to represent the RG and the Prince, flying together (the wings removed at the end of the scene before as a practicality, as I imagine that final pdd would be almost impossible with those rather beautiful wings still attached)

I enjoyed the opening performance very much. The production caught the dark mood of the narrative which was more gothic novel than fairy tale. A strong point of interest was the use of multi-media techniques to put across a more complex plot than ballet can normally accommodate. There are interesting pointers to the future here perhaps. The dancing, the choreography, the score and the staging united to catch the dark mood of the story effectively. It was an occasion when an unhappier ending might have been more appropriate. Overall, a thought provoking evening.

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