Adelaide Festival. Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet. Festival Theatre. 6 Mar 2015
The stage is shrouded in pitch black darkness as the dancers of the Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet, illuminated only by shafts of light, open their Adelaide Festival season performance of Mixed Rep to an almost full house. They are as light as a feather and as soft as a cloud. Leaping gracefully into the air they land without a sound.
The first of three pieces, choreographed by European, Jiří Kylián, is called Indigo Rose. The pace is frenetic, at times playful and always youthful. We open with first once dancer, then two and eventually three bouncing off each other with frantic energy. The sound track is metronomic. The playfulness in sync with one’s beating heart. There are slower, more lyrical, sections in which couples tussle and cavort. A high energy collaboration between the dancers and a huge white fabric sail allows for silhouette work and visual metaphors of sinking tides and crashing waves. It is spectacular, but disjointed. The sections don’t seem to have a commonality or linking thread. The concluding video projection adds little.
Ten Duets on a Theme of Rescue, with choreography by North American, Crystal Pite, is up next. A somewhat calming composition, it evokes images of what earth might sound like if it had a song. The music underscores paradoxically energetic choreography which is hugely evocative. There is urgency, danger, jarring and angular movement not dissimilar to a person having a fit or episode. One is completely drawn in by the work; eyes sting from lack of blinking through immense concentration. The setting, like an open mine or night works in a field evokes a literal theme of ‘rescue’. But is this rescue metaphorical? Like an exorcism of one’s demons, salvation from the mind, or emotional rescue from a damaging relationship. It is visually stunning.
The third and final piece is entitled Violet Kid, and has choreography and music by Israeli (now UK based) Hofesh Shechter. It opens with 14 dancers standing across the front of the stage. They are perfectly still. The recorded voice of Shechter himself comes over the speakers, asking “Do I talk too much? Maybe if I didn’t talk so much, I’d have more friends”. The audience enjoy the irony as he goes on. What follows are tribal and almost ritualistic vignettes as the dancers move separately, in groups and then all together, like a living, breathing, organism. The soundscape, a dense instrumentation of strings and drums penetrates your whole being. One feels their breath sitting high in their chest and the overwhelming need to grab a hold of something. For a full 34 minutes the company ebbs and flows through rising levels of intensity. The stage is vast, like an abandoned warehouse. Shafts of light cut through a dense haze as the rituals continue in repetitive succession. It is uncomfortable, but you can’t take your eyes off it. There are themes of a post-apocalyptic struggle bubbling under the surface.
And it ends. The audience leap to their feet for a standing ovation as the dancers take their third and final bow of the performance. It is a tight race between the evocative Ten Duets.. and the arresting Violet Kid. But there is no doubt about Cedar Lake Contemporary Ballet. They are the real stars. And we are the real winners.
Paul Rodda
When: 6 to 8 Mar
Where: Adelaide Festival Theatre
Bookings: bass.net.au
On the Fly Impro. Grace Emily Hotel. 7 Mar 2015
Dashing Nick Byrne rightly brags that he was born in Adelaide. If we didn't like him before, that seals the deal. He's the quick-witted host of the On The Fly Improv Fringe presentation and he has brought it from Canberra, so to speak. It's actually pretty much home-grown since it is all about the people in the audience.
There's no picking on the audience, though. Audience members must volunteer or, at worst, be peer-pressured on stage to be a subject of In-Person-8. Therein they are thoroughly interviewed and then impersonated in a little improv drama.
There's a cast of thousands quietly screened off at the side of the tiny stage - young improv performers waiting for a cue or honing up on the mannerisms of the interviewees.
Nick brings some of them onstage to illustrate points with his subjects - one to be "painted", another to play a bike shop owner...
The audience members, however, are the stars.
It is extraordinary how well Nick eases them into being themselves. At first the women, certainly, are reticent.
Jenny, for instance, seems to have "don't know" as the answer to everything - until she is standing, confident, in the limelight giving a micro lecture on memes. We don't want her to stop. She is very interesting.
Then there is Karen, very softly spoken and shy. She has been forced up by an audience shout-out because of a slogan on her oversized t-shirt mini dress. She says she likes going to the movies. Cornered up there in the spotlight, she can't come up with the names of the movies she either likes or dislikes. But, as it happens, she, herself, has made a little Adelaide Indie movie. And suddenly she is on home ground and the audience is with her.
The blokes are showier. Shouted up by his mate Mike, Jim seems rather nonplussed. But Nick Byrne isn't letting dobber Mike off the hook, so he brings him up, too. And there we have two Fringe-going men who chummed up around the sporting prowess of their cycle-racing children. This is eked out into an hilarious exaggeration of teenage love and Olympian ambitions ending up in a take-over of the world's bike shops, made easier, Jim saying that... OK, we won't go there. But it was funny.
Last audience participant under the Nick Byrne microscope is James, who turns out to be one of the Matt Byrne musicals performers. He sings a few bars of a Mary Poppins song and plugs the show upcoming at The Arts Theatre.
Intermission consists of some Improv skits performed by the young crew, responding to audience suggestions. And then comes the denouement - the Improv play about Jenny, Karen, Jim, Mike and James.
The two actors who impersonate Jenny and Karen are stunning. They have picked up on expressions, gestures, voice intonations, laughs...They even seem to look like their subjects. The boys used broader brush strokes and ham it up beautifully. It is clear who is who, albeit the Jim impersonator completely overlooks that Jim’ has a Canadian accent.
Thus is it all a very merry hour at the Grace Emily, one fuelled perhaps by the odd vino, but most significantly, by the good nature of the audience participants and the on-the-spot skills of good Improv artistes.
Samela Harris
When: 7 and 9 Mar
Where: Grace Emily Hotel
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
Eastend Cabaret. The Garden of Unearthly Delights - The Deluxe. 6 Mar 2015
What an entrance! That got the show onto a fine start. Every male in the house became very nervous about what high jinx they could be in for if vamp and temptress Bernadette singled them out for some sexual harassment. Always new to new audiences, the show harks back to post-modern experimentation exemplified by the Weimar cabaret. Irresistible in black, the Gothic Bernadette is foiled by her less statuesque comic sidekick, Victor-Victoria - a split name for a split personality dressed with a gender boundary down the middle in a bisexual bisection. To Victor-Victoria's accomplished accompaniment and asides, Bernadette sings ballads of sexual misadventures and songs of self-pleasure with frankness. They tag team the humour in a mood of subtle tension. But it's Bernadette’s sojourns amongst the smiling patrons that gives the show an added delicious risk factor and edge. It was the first time I was afraid yet internally screaming, "Pick me!" The show was so salacious you could taste it.
Eastend Cabaret won Best Cabaret at the 2012 Adelaide Fringe and the show I attended was sold out, so success continues to chase this dynamic duo. Go get titillated.
David Grybowski
When: 2 to 15 Mar
Where: The Garden of Unearthly Delights - The Deluxe
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
The Lost WWI Diary. Independent Artists. The Bakehouse Theatre. 6 Mar 2015
Damian Callinan was unknown to me and I have to admit that in my Fringe binge, I completely misjudged what this show would be like. Being a bit of a war buff, I was simply attracted to the uniform and title. How shallow is that! So I expected a serious and sad account of war horror built on the eponymous diary.
Damian is a masterful comedian with a swag of solo shows, TV and radio appearances, as well as a former career as an educator in English and drama. In this show, Damian uses his prodigious comedic capacity to link his general Australian war service interests with photo portraits of - at the time of writing - unidentified family members in uniform, and the aforementioned diary.
The first fifteen seconds of the show actually were what I expected, but that was a feint. Damian establishes we are in the present and after a magnificent circumnavigation that ties together the genesis of the narrative, he turns back the clock to 1914 and enlistment. Paddy Callinan, like Forrest Gump, is centre stage at Australia's big shows of the war, among them the ANZAC Day landing and Pozieres. The diaries reveal the larrikin spirit the WWI diggers are now famous for - pulling stunts, brothel browsing, and irreverence for authority - but eventually we get to the shooting. Damian creates Paddy and his mates, Stanza, Bluey, Mocka, Pirate, and Depot, with crystal clear clarity and separation. You feel you could have a conversation with these guys, which in fact, sometimes occurs with the front couple of rows.
If I had to go to war, I could only hope it would be with someone like Damian. He has a prodigious comedy tool kit utilising anachronism, metaphors, surrealism, post-modernism, set-ups, shelving, irony, local references, comic gestures, you name it. In a blink he can arouse pathos but soon lets you off with another crack. Or was it Paddy and his mates I wanted to be part of?
This is an exceptionally well written, well-conceived tale, born of remembrance, wonder and longing, and delivered with aplomb. A joy from start to finish.
David Grybowski
When: 2 to 14 Mar
Where: The Bakehouse Hotel
Bookings: adelaidefringe.com.au
Adelaide Festival. Adelaide Town Hall. 5 Mar 2015
Festival composer-in-residence and conductor Gavin Bryars was enthusiastically applauded at the conclusion of his curiously–titled composition Jesus’ Blood Never failed Me Yet. Written in 1971, it is his arrangement of a simple hymn by an unknown composer. Near-chance events led Bryars to acquiring a taped recording of an old man singing a stanza from a hymn in shaky-voice. Bryars turned this into a continuous loop and gradually overlaid it with a string and brass accompaniment.
From the Adelaide Town Hall podium, Bryars explains to the substantial audience that he found the old man’s voice deeply affecting and wanted to enhance it, and he certainly does.
Waiting for Bryar’s to beat in the orchestra, we sit in silence. Then, almost imperceptibly, we hear the faintest strains of a voice – seemingly from offstage. Initially we think it is bad stage management – someone idly humming from backstage who needs to be silenced quickly before the performance can begin – but it is anything but. It is in fact the forty-year old recording of the old man singing the hymn. The volume gradually increases and Bryars brings in the orchestra. Just a few violins at first, trying to fit in with the loose meter of the untrained voice. They settle in and almost in the fashion of Ravel’s Bolero, Bryars gradually enriches the soundscape adding additional strings, and then brass. The volume swells and fades as instruments enter and leave, and all the time the strangely affecting vocals of the old man ride gently above the waves of Bryar’s superlative orchestration.
It is long. The performance includes more than a hundred repetitions of the thirteen-bar stanza stretching over forty minutes: “Jesus’ blood never failed me yet, never failed me yet. Jesus’ blood never failed me yet. There’s one thing I know, for he loves me so. Jesus’ blood never failed me yet.” The repetition becomes hypnotic, and annoying, and one’s attention moves backwards and forwards between the solo voice and the music. We hopelessly wait for a variation in the vocals that we know will never eventuate. One’s mind earnestly seeks to find a pattern in the orchestration. What is its structure? Why aren’t the musicians turning the pages of their score? Is it really repetitive like the vocal line - it doesn’t sound like it is?
It is frustrating, it is soothing. It is transcendent. It is a testimony to the spirit of man.
Although Jesus’ Blood Never failed Me Yet is the main-stay, the programme also includes other gems in the first half. Howard Skempton’s Lento is a superb example of modern serious orchestral music that takes minimalism an extra step. It concentrates on pure melody and almost abandons attempts at development. The sound washes over you and lifts you to an entirely different place. It is both uplifting and melancholic.
Bryar’s The Porazzi Fragment (which is based on a musical idea of Wagner) is also almost despondent but the gentle insertion of filigree-like violin lines engender a serene restfulness. Arvo Pärt’s If Bach Had Been A Beekeeper injected a sense of pace and inevitably moving forward, and it swept us into two arias from Bryar’s opera G.
Soprano Anna Fraser’s performance of Ennelina’s Aria is imposing. With an almost imperceptible vibrato, her voice rises over the orchestra in a display of tonal clarity.
As impressive an experience as Jesus’ Blood Never failed Me Yet is, the highlight of the evening is bass, Alex Knight singing the Epilogue from G. This young man, an Australian, has a booming voice and a stellar international career is surely in front of him. His strength and evenness of tone across the register must be the envy of basses everywhere, and all from someone who is in the very early stages of his career. At times the score take him into the tenor range and he handles that with aplomb as well. Bravo. We need to hear much more from you!
Festival Director David Sefton has pulled one out of the bag with this concert. It is such a shame it is a ‘once only’.
Kym Clayton
When: Closed
Where: Adelaide Town Hall
Bookings: Closed