Martha Graham @ City Center 2014

Above: Xiaochuan Xie and Ben Schultz rehearsing Martha Graham’s RITE OF SPRING; photo by Nir Arieli.

Thursday March 20th, 2014 – Spring was in the air as Martha Graham Dance Company took the City Center stage tonight in a grand performance; Graham’s two (very different) Springtime classics – APPALACHIAN SPRING and RITE OF SPRING – framed the premiere of Nacho Duato’s darkly primeval DEPAK INE. The dancing was on such a phenomenal level, with the Company’s established and rising stars joining forces to create a vivid ensemble of boundless energy and commitment. And I was so happy to run into my fellow Graham-fan, the incomparable Wendy Whelan.

Whenever Janet Eilber, the Company’s Artistic Director, steps forward to welcome us to a Graham event, I always wish that she was dancing. After her brief opening remarks, the curtain rose on a performance of the 70-year-old Graham masterpiece APPALACHIAN SPRING that had all the freshness and vigor of youth. The iconic Noguchi setting – so bare-boned yet so evocative – and the Americana-essence of Aaron Copland’s score were inhabited by a stellar cast and the ballet soared yet again.

As the Pioneering Woman, Katherine Crockett’s goddess-like stature imparted a strength of heart and soul drawn from the land and an indomitable feminine spirit. Katherine’s power of gesture and her royal extension, as well as her resonant stillness as she observes the wedding rituals, create an unforgettable character. Lloyd Knight was likewise on spectacular form as the Preacher; whether standing stock still upon the Rock of Ages or marshalling his joy-filled followers, Lloyd’s strength of personality and technical mastery made for a vivid portrayal.

Blakeley White-McGuire as the bride illuminated the character of this young and hopeful woman with a perfect mixture of vulnerability and joy. Dancing with pure clarity, Blakeley’s nuanced portrayal – both in action and reaction – was so inspiring. She was joined by the long-limbed Abdiel Jacobsen as the Husbandman in what I believe was a role-debut. Abdiel’s beautiful line and fluency of technique were aligned with a far-gazing handsomeness, making for a compleat performance. Towering over his bride, it was clear Abdiel would be Blakeley’s pillar of strength thru all the changing years that the couple would face. The poetry of their portrayals brought tears to my eyes.

The world premiere of DEPAK INE, created by Nacho Duato to a score by Arsenije Jovanovic and John Talabot, drew a fervent ovation from the audience. Darkness reigns as the curtain rises, with the prone body of PeiJu Chien-Pott face down on the stage-left floor. She will remain totally still throughout the ballet’s opening movement.

Emerging from the shadowed recesses at the rear of the stage, other dancers approach PeiJu. They soon fall into a kozmic dance with many comings-and-goings, and laced with spectacular feats of partnering. Absolutely amazing dancing from Natasha Diamond-Walker, Blakeley White-McGuire, Ying Xin, Abdiel Jacobsen (in a striking long-skirted costume), Lloyd Knight, and Lorenzo Pagano. To deep chant and exotic jungle sounds, these thrilling dancers do inhuman things with their bodies: unstinting power and commitment propel them through physical feats of uncanny speed and dexterity. 

Then PeiJu begins to stir; she rises out of a drugged slumber as three dark-clad men – Tadej Brdnik, Ben Schultz and Lloyd Mayor – loom up out of her nightmare. A staggeringly ominous Rave beat fills the hall with a relentless loudness that threatens to bring the house down, literally. PeiJu, in a fantastical performance, is assulted by the men…ravaged, thrown down, lifted and passed from one to another. At last she returns to her silent sleep; in a repetition of the ballet’s opening passage, the other dancers approach her as at the start. At last she is borne away by Abdiel as the curtain falls.

Giving herself over fully to the choreographer’s demands, PeiJu Chien-Pott scored a definitive triumph. All of the dancers as well as the choreographer were hailed with a mammouth standing ovation. The work, while impressive and sonically overwhelming, is a bit too long and somewhat predictable: that the woman will rise from her stupor and return to it, and that the ballet will ‘start again’, and that she’ll be carried off…all of this happened as if on cue. For me, it was the mastery of the ballet’s ultra-demanding choreography by the dancers that made DEPAK INE worthwhile.

Sadly, the evening’s closing RITE OF SPRING was seriously compromised for those sitting around me by the incessant chattering of a small child a few seats away. How inconsiderate of the mother not to take the child out; thus those spell-binding moments of piano/pianissimo which Stravinsky created to offset the forceful sonic assaults of his music were simply ruined.

Nevertheless, this is a Graham masterpiece that thrills us to the core. Graham’s marvelous use of stylized movement for the male and female corps, their ritualistic gestures and worshipful kneelings, fill the stage with a sense of structure and the relentless process of a rite from which the victim cannot possibly hope to escape.

Snatched by the Shaman almost at random from the back of one of the acolytes, Xiaochuan Xie is suddenly transformed from a nameless girl to the center of the community’s sacrificial dances. Her performance is at once ravishing and disturbing. The lovely and vulnerable Xiaochuan’s terror is ignored by the implacable Shaman intent on shedding her blood to appease the unseen gods and guarantee a bountiful harvest. Ben Schultz is simply ideal as the Shaman, his physique symbolic of his god-like stature in the tribe, and his focus on his duty to the gods intense and unwavering. Maurizio Nardi and Tadej Brdnik are the ministers of death, and the entire ensemble dance with tremendous power and inspiration.

In the end, the two great Graham works were what made the evening resonate. The dancing all night was simply thrilling and Martha’s double tribute to Spring showed us why her divine gifts still keep giving, some hundred-and-twenty years after her birth. Choreographers come and go, geniuses stay with us forever.