Yearly Archives: 2012

GRUPO CORPO: ÍMÃ & SEM MIM

Grupo Corpo’s ÍMÃ is a magnetic exploration of color, sound, and movement (photo by Juniper Shuey)

NEXT WAVE FESTIVAL
BAM Howard Gilman Opera House
30 Lafayette Ave. between Ashland Pl. & St. Felix St.
November 1-3
718-636-4100
www.bam.org
www.grupocorpo.com

It might have taken us two and a half hours to get to BAM from Midtown Manhattan on Thursday night, but it was worth every second to see one of the world’s most innovative and entertaining dance troupes. Brazil’s Grupo Corpo, which was founded by Paulo Pederneiras in Belo Horizonte in 1975, has dazzled us before at BAM, in 2002 with 21 and O Corpo, in 2005 with Lecuona and Onqotô, and in 2008 with Benguelê and Breu, and they’ve done it again with the premieres of Ímã and Sem Mim, both choreographed by Paulo’s brother, Rodrigo Pederneiras, with artistic director Paulo handling the set and lighting design. Ímã, which means “magnet” in Portuguese, is a gorgeous interplay of attraction and repulsion, the movement flowing out and up from the lower half of the body as the dancers, primarily in pairs, join together, then thrust apart, the men bare-chested in jeans, the women also in jeans with tight tank tops of assorted hues that contrast and coordinate with the lush lighting that beams bold blues, greens, pinks, purples, oranges, and reds against the back screen, making the stage a bath of vibrant color. Mixing ballroom and ballet with Afro-Brazilian and contemporary styles, the company performs seemingly impossible twirls and awe-inspiring leg- and footwork to a percussion-heavy electronic score by the trio +2. Ímã is an energetic, energizing piece that deftly displays the vast athleticism of the dancers and the sheer joy of movement.

Uátila Coutinho shows off Freusa Zechmeister’s unique costuming in Grupo Corpo’s SEM MIM (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

After intermission, Grupo Corpo returns with Sem Mim, a more delicate, intimate work inspired by Sea of Vigo, a thirteenth-century Galician-Portuguese song cycle by Martín Codax about maidens awaiting their lovers to come back from across the sea. The stage is now all black, save for a silvery fabric that serves as clouds, mountains, waves, and other natural elements. The dancers are wearing Freusa Zechmeister’s tight-fitting, heavily designed unitards emblazoned with colorful ornaments that look like they’re tattooed right onto their sleek bodies. There is more separation between men and women as they move slower to an original score by bagpiper Carlos Núñez and regular Grupo Corpo collaborator José Miguel Wisnik, highlighted by a central section in which a couple performs a romantic pas de deux in a makeshift cave. Ímã and Sem Mim are like a magnetic pas de deux of their own, two exquisite pieces from a supremely talented troupe. And although it’s probably unfair to single out one of the twenty-one dancers, Uátila Coutinho’s work in both pieces was simply breathtaking, a marvel to behold. (Oh, and getting back to Manhattan was much easier by getting on the BAM bus, which costs $7 and can be reserved either in advance or at the theater.)

POSTPONED — SUNSHINE AT MIDNIGHT: THE MIAMI CONNECTION

Just don’t ask; all you need to know is that the one and only MIAMI CONNECTION is playing at midnight this weekend at the Landmark Sunshine

THE MIAMI CONNECTION (Y. K. Kim & Park Woo-sung, 1987)
Landmark Sunshine Cinema
143 East Houston St. between First & Second Aves.
Friday, November 2, and Saturday, November 3, 12 midnight
212-330-8182
www.landmarktheatres.com
www.drafthousefilms.com

Ever since Bruce Lee became a superstar in America in such action flicks as Fist of Fury, Enter the Dragon, and Game of Death, there has been an unending search for the next martial arts master to become a cinematic superhero in the United States. Over the years, there have been hits and misses with Jackie Chan, Sonny Chiba, Jet Li, Tony Jaa, Stephen Chow, and others, each one showing off his remarkable adeptness at karate, judo, jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, or other disciplines in movies both good and not-so-good. It has also led to such good and not-so-good Hollywood films as The Karate Kid and the unforgettable Gymkata. One of the lesser-known attempts involved Korean taekwondo grandmaster Y. K. Kim and a little 1987 film that is being resurrected from the near-dead, looking to become a cult classic in a new HD version. Directed by Kim with Park Woo-sung, The Miami Connection stars Kim as a high school student and taekwondo teacher who is also the guitarist in the band Dragon Sound, which gets into a heated, violent battle against a group of men led by a tough-talking dude who looks like G.I. Joe with Kung Fu Grip and is dangerously overprotective of his sister, who sings in the band. With its 1980s hairstyles, insipidly bad music, ridiculous story lines, and absurd taekwondo scenes, The Miami Connection has plenty of potential to become an underground cult classic as it turns twenty-five. [Ed. note: Because of Hurricane Sandy, the November 2-3 screenings of THE MIAMI CONNECTION have been postponed, but it will be back in action for midnight screenings on November 9-10.]

WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF?

Tracey Letts and Amy Morton go at it in Steppenwolf production of Edward Albee classic (photo by Michael Brosilow)

Booth Theatre
222 West 45th St. between Broadway & Eighth Ave.
Tuesday – Sunday through February 24, $67 – $132
www.virginiawoolfbroadway.com

George and Martha might be “sad, sad, sad,” as half of the characters lament in Edward Albee’s Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, but it’s still electrifying to spend three hours with the supremely dysfunctional First (Fictional) Couple of American Theater. In the magnificent Steppenwolf production that opened at the Booth on October 13, exactly fifty years after Albee’s iconic work made its Broadway debut at the Billy Rose, Pulitzer Prize–winning playwright Tracy Letts is a marvel onstage as George, an intensely cynical, beat-down history professor at a small, prestigious New England college. George is married to the deliciously wicked Martha (a terrific Amy Morton), whose father is the college president; six years older than her husband, she never misses an opportunity to shred him. One very late night after a campus party, new biology teacher Nick (a wonderfully smug and smirking Madison Dirks) and his wife, the ditzy Honey (a splendidly quirky Carrie Coon), are invited for a nightcap at George and Martha’s home, where things go from bad to worse as George lights into Martha and Nick, Martha lights into George and lights up to Nick, and Honey has trouble holding her liquor, plenty of which flows throughout. As Honey and Nick are caught up in George and Martha’s extremely nasty games — actually, they are given no choice — secrets both big and small come out, creating an intoxicating tension that threatens to explode at any moment, and finally does.

WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? is as alive as ever after fifty years (photo by Michael Brosilow)

Director Pam MacKinnon (Clybourne Park) gives every marvelous word the prominence it deserves as the four characters make their way around Todd Rosenthal’s appropriately messy set, as much in disarray as the lives of the protagonists. (There’s even a working clock in one corner that keeps time within the show.) Playing roles that have previously been performed by such pairs as Arthur Hill and Uta Hagen in the original Broadway production, Ben Gazzara and Colleen Dewhurst in 1977, Bill Irwin and Kathleen Turner in the 2005 revival, and, most famously, Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor in Mike Nichols’s 1966 film, Letts and Morton give the dueling couple a unique resonance all their own, perhaps because they have been working opposite each other very often at Steppenwolf since 1999. They are a justly celebrated pair: Letts earned a Pulitzer for writing August: Osage County, while Amy was nominated for a Tony for her performance in the play. In his Broadway acting debut, Letts is a revelation, dominating the stage with his eyes as well as his razor-sharp barbs, although Morton manages to go toe-to-toe with him. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? is an intricately woven web of love and hate, of marriage and infidelity, of loyalty and betrayal, as past, present, and future collide over way too much bourbon and brandy. It is no mere accident that George is a history professor, stuck in the past, and Nick is in the biology department, where science is delving into genetic research. Albee’s play holds up remarkably well; it might be fifty years old, but it feels as fresh as ever, cementing its place in the past, present, and future of American theater.

CANCELED: FILMS FOR FOODIES! STEP UP TO THE PLATE

Father and son examine a possible new addition to their world-renowned restaurant in STEP UP TO THE PLATE

STEP UP TO THE PLATE (ENTRE LES BRAS) (Paul Lacoste, 2012)
French Institute Alliance Française, Florence Gould Hall
55 East 59th St. between Madison & Park Aves.
Tuesday, October 9, $10, 7:00
212-355-6160
www.fiaf.org
www.cinemaguild.com

Culinary documentarian Paul Lacoste details the handing over of a world-renowned restaurant business from father to son in the appetizing if not wholly satiating Step Up to the Plate. In 1999, Lacoste kicked off his “Inventing Cuisine” series with an inside look at gourmet chef Michel Bras, followed by episodes focusing on Pierre Gagnaire, Gérald Passédat, Michel Troisgros, Olivier Roellinger, Michel Guérard, Pascal Barbot, Alain Passard, and Nadia Santini. Ten years later, when he learned that Michel was retiring and his son, Sébastien, would be taking over, Lacoste asked if he could document the transition, resulting in the Bras family welcoming the director into their restaurants and homes, although the results are sometimes surprisingly distant and empty rather than intimate and revealing. Over the course of four seasons, Lacoste follows Michel and his wife, Ginette, and Sébastien and his wife, Véronique, and their two kids from their franchise three-Michelin-star restaurant in the Aubrac region in the south of France to the glorious, stunning Michel Bras Toya Japon situated atop a mountain in Japan. Much of the film focuses on Sébastien creating a new dish, a special request from the director; the deeply intent chef stares at the plate, knowing something is missing but not sure what it is, the camera lingering, a bit too long, on his consternation. When he ultimately brings the dish to his demanding father, Sébastien declares, “Stop looking, taste it! Food is for eating,” to which Michel responds, “But you look at it first, you know.” It is fascinating to watch just how central a role food as both reality and concept plays in this close family’s life, especially as they entertain thoughts of a fourth generation someday grabbing the reins. But while Step Up to the Plate will leave you hungry to eat at their restaurants, it will also leave you hungry for more from the film itself. Step Up to the Plate is screening on October 30 at 12:30, 4:00, and 7:00, concluding FIAF’s “Films for Foodies!” series; the 7:00 show will be presented by chef Jean-Louis Gerin, curator John Mariani, and film producer Jaime Mateus-Tique. [Ed. note: Because of Hurricane Sandy, this presentation has been canceled.]

POSTPONED: VITAL VOX: A VOCAL FESTIVAL

The fourth annual Vital Vox Festival explores the far-reaching capabilities of the human voice

VITAL VOX FESTIVAL: VOX ELECTRONICS
Roulette
509 Atlantic Ave.
October 29-30, $15, 8:00
917-267-0363
www.vitalfoxfest.com
www.roulette.org

The fourth annual Vital Vox Festival, dedicated to exploring the seemingly limitless range and power of the human voice, will present a half dozen cutting-edge performers over the course of two nights at Roulette in Brooklyn. Monday, October 29, will consist of a cappella jazz and blues singer and composer Philip Hamilton’s “Vocalscapes: Solitude” for voice, percussion, and electronics; excerpts from New York-based, Uruguayan-born audiovisual artist Sabrina Lastman’s “An Encounter with ‘El Duende,’” which pays tribute to Federico García Lorca using voice, movement, sound, bowed psaltery, megaphone, and visuals; and San Francisco-born, Brooklyn-based violinist, composer, vocalist, and poet Sarah Bernstein’s Unearthish, a duo with percussionist Satoshi Takeishi. Tuesday’s program features Lisa Karrer’s “Collision Theory: Works and Premieres for Voice & Multi-Media,” a collaboration with partner David Simons that will include her “Meeting Max: Vocal Experiments with Interactive Video Mixer” and his “The Opera Within the Opera,” with electronics, triggered Theremin, and keyboard; multidisciplinary artist, composer, and teacher Sasha Bodganowitsch’s “Mirror Upon Mirror,” a song cycle involving live looping and processing, dance and movement, text, and such instruments as the syrinx, fujara, koncovka, halo drum, and karimba; and San Francisco-based Pamela Z’s “Works for Voice, Live Processing, and Video,” with excerpts from “Memory Trace” along with other short pieces. [Ed. note: The Vital Vox Festival has been postponed because of Hurricane Sandy; new dates will be available shortly.]

JOHN CAGE: THE SIGHT OF SILENCE

John Cage, “New River Watercolor, Series I (#3), watercolor on parchment paper, 1988 (courtesy National Academy Museum)

National Academy Museum
1083 Fifth Ave. at 89th St.
Wednesday – Sunday through January 13, $15, 11:00 am – 6:00 pm
212-369-4880
www.nationalacademy.org

The National Academy continues its transformation with the cleverly curated multimedia exhibition “John Cage: The Sight of Silence,” held in conjunction with the hundredth anniversary of the birth of the seminal avant-garde artist. A controversial minimalist composer, music theoretician, Zen practitioner, I Ching follower, and longtime partner of Merce Cunningham, Cage was also a watercolorist, and the National Academy show features more than four dozen of his paintings, drawings, and etchings made primarily during his residency at the Mountain Lake Workshop in Virginia in the 1980s and early ’90s. A short documentary reveals Cage’s fascinating process using local stones, feathers, and the same ideas of chance and complex numbering systems he employed in creating his musical compositions, resulting in gentle, spiritual works with colorful circles on paper sometimes prepared with smoke. A vitrine contains some of the elements Cage used for the pieces, which were hung by the National Academy on the walls of two galleries by chance as well, through a series of four rolls of the dice. The show also includes Cage’s 1969 Plexiglas homage to Duchamp, “Not Wanting to Say Anything About Marcel”; one of his unique scores; and a 1976 self-portrait. “The Sight of Silence” is supplemented by several video presentations, highlighted by a 1960 appearance Cage made on the TV game show I’ve Got a Secret, performing “Water Walk,” a composition for water pitcher, iron pipe, bathtub, goose call, bottle of wine, electric mixer, whistle, sprinkling can, ice cubes, two cymbals, mechanical fish, quail call, rubber duck, tape recorder, vase of roses, seltzer siphon, five radios, bathtub, and grand piano. In addition, another monitor plays the John Cage section of Peter Greenaway’s 1983 documentary Four American Composers, which captures unusual live performances, interviews, and Cage’s interstitial “Indeterminacy Stories.” It all makes for a charming show that is likely to surprise Cage devotees as well as those unfamiliar with his oeuvre.

John Cage performs “Water Walk” on I’VE GOT A SECRET

“There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time,” Cage once explained. “There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.” The National Academy is making sure there is always something to see and hear with “Chance Encounters,” a series of public programs ranging from book readings and panel discussions to live dance and concerts. Among the special events: On October 28 at 3:00, William Anastasi, who played chess with Cage every day for nearly fifteen years, will read from The Cage Dialogues: A Memoir; on November 10, Joan Retallack, who wrote Musicage: Cage Muses on Words Art Music with Cage, will present “Conversation with Cage”; on December 1, exhibition cocurator Ray Kass will direct a performance of Cage’s “STEPS” by Stephen Addis; and on January 5, Du Yun will perform “Water Walk.”

SOWA’S RED GRAVY

Belozah (Kene Holiday) and Windy Willow (Toni Seawright) discuss the devil and black magic in SOWA’S RED GRAVY (photo by Gerrie Goodstein)

Castillo Theatre
543 West 42nd St. between Tenth & Eleventh Aves.
Thursday – Sunday through November 18, $25
212-941-1234
www.castillo.org/sowa

Adapted from her 2002 book, Sowa’s Red Gravy Stories for Broken Hearted Gals, published by Harlem Writers Guild Press, Diane Richards’s Sowa’s Red Gravy is more a collection of interrelated character sketches and brief skits than a cohesive play. Presented by Woodie King Jr.’s New Federal Theatre at the Castillo on West 42nd St., the show centers around a narrator named Sowa (Lonette McKee), a 110-year-old voodoo woman who is in love with Sapphire (Jonathan Peck), a man who can’t stop his cheating ways with Luwana (Kimberly “Q”), a practitioner of black magic. Sowa’s best friend, Windy Willow (Toni Seawright), is a lesbian witch who wants her to dump Sapphire; she also refuses to help Anxiety Man (Aaron Fried), a white man looking for something to cure his ills. Overseeing it all is the devilish griot Belozah (Kene Holiday), resplendent in a dazzling red suit and dark hat and glasses. The characters go back and forth between addressing the audience directly and participating in the onstage narrative, which often gets confusing. A few of the set pieces stand out, including an animal dance performed by Iris Wilson, Gary E. Vincent praising the lord as Reverend Mose Walker, and Matlock and Carter Country’s Holiday delightfully chewing up masses of scenery in several entertaining monologues. “I tell you what,” Belozah says in the play’s best speech. “There is no way in heaven or hell that I’ma do without my women, wine, and black juicy-ass cigars. I like me some big-booty women, I’m gone drank red-hot flaming wine and smoke me up some black juicy-ass cigars. Try and stop me. . . . Ain’t givin’ ’em up for nobody. So they can send all the angels, all the devas, and all the spirits, even send that favorite son and his weak disciples, stupid sissies, to start up shit. Hot dog! It’s on!” Unfortunately, Tony nominee McKee (Show Boat) is flat as Sowa; on the night we went, she scored her biggest laugh when she committed a very funny Freudian slip that she playfully acknowledged. Though good-natured and well meaning, Sowa’s Red Gravy, directed by King, turns out to be a mix of interesting ingredients that never quite come together to form a satisfying meal.