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![]() Mark Morris as Dido |
September 21 -24 |
Mark Morris Dance Group |
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Its an old story. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Boy leaves
girl and girl expires of grief. In the case of Dido and Aeneas, its as old
as Greek epic myth, the stuff of Homer, of a major Berlioz opera (Les Troyens)
and, before that, the shorter but durable vocal setting by English composer, Henry
Purcell.
So what else is new? Well, try casting a burly guy as both the doomed
Queen of Carthage and the evil Sorceress who dooms her, surround him with black-clad
dancers who alternate between wild maenads, frozen images on a temple frieze and
beer-swilling sailors and then you really have something.
The Mark Morris Dance Group interpretation of Purcells Dido
and Aeneas has been knocking audiences out of their seats since it premiered in
Brussels in 1989. In its second staging at Berkeleys Zellerbach Hall, with Morris
himself as the somewhat beefy queen, it did no less.
Paired with the wonderfully choreographed Virgil Thompson Four
Saints in Three Acts (to be reviewed separately) this program had the audience
cheering. (And it was some audience, including Berkeleys reigning culinary queen,
Alice Waters, film star Sharon Stone and her San Francisco newspaper honcho husband, Phil
Bronstein, and a host of other luminaries who attended the Cal Performances fundraising
gala preceding the show.)
But, of all the stars, choreographer/dancer Morris and his polished
troupe shone the brightest. The dark tale of Dido and her doomed passion was considerably
lightened by wit, as much a Morris trademark as gender-bending casting and quirky steps.
When the Sorceress evil minions go on a bit long with their gloating over
Didos imminent downfall, the sight of Morris, reclining on a bench in total boredom,
his hand gestures urging them to get on with it already, is funnier than any standup
routine. Anyone who has ever chafed at the seemingly endless ornamentation of this kind of
music instantly relates.
Changing from witch to queen with the simple addition of a red hair
clip, Morris is equally riotous as a coy damsel, yielding to her lover. Who ever guessed
that Greek tragedy could be such a hoot?
But it was not all fun and games. In spite of all the previous foolery,
Didos death was depicted with appropriate solemn dignity. The farewell of the lovers
also was genuinely moving. In the hunt scene, the death of the mythical hunter Actaeon at
the hands of his goddess-lover, who mistakes him for a stag, was wonderfully danced by the
corps. The sailors song "Come Away" is embellished with a joyous hornpipe
dance. Volumes of grief are spoken in the angle of an upturned palm. The quick movements
of Didos two principal attendants, as they urge her to embrace love and joy in the
person of Aeneas, contrast beautifully with the stillness of the lovers and the corps,
frozen like figures on a Grecian urn.
Morris, perhaps the most musical of contemporary choreographers,
uniquely suits his movement to Purcells score, which was impeccably performed by
members of the Berkeley Symphony Orchestra and the American Bach Soloists, directed by
Jeffrey Thomas. Guillermo Resto was a virile, athletic Aeneas and Ruth Davidson and Rachel
Murray danced ably as Didos attendant friends. The black-clad corps was superb. A
Mark Morris performance is usually special for dance buffs. When he goes for Baroque it is
even more so.
September 21, 2000
- Suzanne Weiss