DANCEWORKS AT HARBOURFRONT - NEXT STEPS - SYLVAIN EMARD

Sylvain Émard Danse

Ce n’est pas la fin du monde 
(It’s not the end of the world)

   

Imagine snippets of Agnes de Mille’s Rodeo, meets the gang in West Side Story, meets an episode of the current HBO series Looking on a stormy night in an unspecified locale - replete with an original score by Martin Tetreault, powerfully eclectic choreography by Sylvain Emard, and ready to wear butch/casual costumes by Denis Lavoie. 

The current Danceworks offering, as part of the Harbourfront Next Steps series, is a sixty minute tour de force giving spectators seven male dancers on a stark, beautifully lit stage (lighting by Andre Rioux) as they explore varied movement and layered camaraderie with full and furious abandon, elegant finesse, and sprigs of titillating tease.    

There is a moment near the beginning of the piece when a perhaps unconsciously citational choreographic gesture references a brief moment of equine movement as the septet of casually dressed men gallop across the stage in a line that is at once humourous, celebratory, and hilariously horsey. This fleeting segment re-occurs in varied form as moments of pure whimsy and physical play surface in the midst of other less referential acts that excel with absolute precision, skill, and narrative gravitas. 

There are complex solo, dual, and group turns that defy the gravity of limbs through an array of beautifully enigmatic flexibility. One dancer takes centre stage at one point, in a gorgeous block of glaring light, gesticulating his way in and out of forceful fanciful moving vignettes of physical prowess - ultimately taking him out of the light, and yet somehow retaining the illuminating qualities he has just shared within this box of breathtaking agility and nuance. We follow his body into the shadows while light still stands as the former site of his absorbing presence.

And when these seven men come together in a line, fleeing in unison toward the edge of the stage from a series of complex couplings, they do so with such  convincing choreographic acumen, speed, and commitment that their relationships defy specific definitional import. But the intimation of same sex coupling is still there, and becomes, within a split second of physical connection - the movement of one arm or the twist and turn of a leg toward a partners masculine connective muscle and tissue - a magical and everyday realm of male bonding that resists any specific form of sexuality. Like run-on sentences, they never end, making simultaneous sense and 'non' sense in a single choreographic clause.

The deceptively absorbing choice of casual clothing by Denis Lavoie, at times colourful and evocative - and only slightly distracting - emerges as legs and torsos are draped in the non defining lines of somewhat loose shirts and relatively shapeless trousers. This allows body parts to fade subtly into disheveled shrouds of non sinewy, body moulding raiment. One may long for tightly defined contours that move with titillating force through the soundscape and the diverse choreography. And yet, ultimately, Lavoie's somewhat 'fashion'less' choice highlights the ordinary aspect of a masculine ensemble arranged in unselfconscious daywear, giving them the opportunity  to simply breathe life into what Danceworks curator Mimi Beck (program note) refers to as a “focus on seven male dancers navigating a world of unremitting demands.” 

Facing themselves, each other, and their audience with “total commitment, immense power, and absolute grace [through] frantic gestures, heartfelt solos, and supportive partnering” (program) renders the overall experience a brilliant and engaging hour of provocative and compelling dance that, like its title, re-assures the viewer over and over again, with compelingly gendered prowess, that this is not the end of the world. 
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"Québec’s award-winning choreographer, Sylvain Émard of Sylvain Émard Danse, brings the critically acclaimed Ce n’est pas la fin du monde (It’s not the end of the world) featuring seven male dancers in a ritual of resistance and adaptation to the passing of time. Driven by doubt and a lust for life, they are searching for their place, sketching the contours of multiple identities. Carried away by their instincts and the power of the group, their only language is subtle, energetic movement, the music of bodies electrified by a shared feeling of urgency. Dance seems to be the best means of coming to terms with the world and of being transformed, the better to blend in. Says Émard 'If, as Madame de Staël wrote, ‘the pagans have deified life’, then this is pagan dance.' "  http://www.harbourfrontcentre.com/nextsteps/danceworks-3/

DanceWorks presents Sylvain Émard Danse’s

Ce n’est pas la fin du monde

as part of Harbourfront Centre’s NextSteps

Choreographed by Sylvain Émard

 Saturday, February 28, 2015 at 8pm

Harbourfront Centre’s Fleck Dance Theatre, 207 Queens Quay West, Toronto, ON M5J 1A7

 Tickets: $28 - $37 Adult; $15 CultureBreak (under 25); Discounts for seniors, students and groups.

let me count the ways...

How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.


I love thee to the depth and breadth and height


My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight


For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.


I love thee to the level of everyday’s


Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.


I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;


I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.


I love thee with the passion put to use


In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.


I love thee with a love I seemed to lose


With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,


Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,


I shall but love thee better after death.

sonnett XLIII 

from Sonnets from the Portuguese

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

In a world of spoken word, performance poetry, storytelling, slam poetry, hip hop, rap and countless other literary and musical genres that take the alphabet and turn it into something simultaneously visceral, elegant, and glorious, we sometimes lose the sense of poetry from other eras as something that was always meant to be heard and performed - even if that act of aural performance is an event we only experience in our heads.

The current Canadian Rep Theatre production of Florence Gibson MacDonald's How do I love thee? - at the Berkeley Street Theatre Upstairs - provides audiences with a wonderful aural and visual experience as two infamous poet/lovers are brought to the stage to recite their lives in beautiful dialogue and haunting verse.

When Irene Poole, as Elizabeth Barrett Browning recites How do I love thee, she delivers it with such simplicity and grace that it moves beyond the measured sonnet form and into a kind of eloquent,  passionate, and insular conversation with her lover and her audience. Joined by a remarkable ensemble, with Matthew Edison as Robert Browning, Nora McLellan as Wilson, and David Schurmann as John, this brilliant quartet assemble a beautiful 'spoken-word' play that chronicles the troubled lives of these famous English poets.

Barrett Browning was the first woman to be nominated for the position of poet laureate in England and lost out to Tennyson. But her work lives on with as much power and magnitude as any of the Victorian poets we still cherish today. Other aspects of Brownings life are examined as we discover her interest in genderless culture when she speaks of her young sons hair and clothing, defnding the child's appearance against his fathers wishes to see him dressed more like a boy.

On a 'higher' note, Elizabeth's dependence on drugs such as laudanum and morphine become a discourse around the timeworn notion that artists need inspriation in whatever way they can ifnd it - and when they find it in mood enhancing substance does that become a thwarted sense of their true identity as people and as poets? Florence Gibson MacDonald gives no easy answers as she captures the volatile and profound romantic bond between the couple during their time in Italy in the mid 1800's. In How do I love thee? all poetic writing, however fictional, becomes, in part, a version of the struggles felt by the poets in their daily lives.

Nora McLellan as Barrett Brownings servant brings a strong, biting, and engaing subservience to the role of Wilson - all the time making one wonder how this intense level of devotion found its way to a poet's work that she claimed to barely understand - but she defended her mistresses poetry to the death.

David Schurmann's understated performance as John culminates in a very subtle and moving expression of same sex desire that moves the overall piece into contemporary thought around the taboos surrounding platonic devotion and romantic inter-generational love. 

Sets by Shawn Kerwin produce a grand meta-theatrical tone at the outset - with vertical sections of beautiful  flowing trunk-like forms, fashioned from shaped fabric from floor to ceiling - providing separate playing spaces for the action to dramatically unfold within. Orignal music and sound design by Wayne Kelso punctuates and enhances the succession of scenes, giving the events a nostalgic cinematic tone that moves the players through time and space with elegance, majesty, and intrigue.

It is no small feat to take romantic poetry from another era and put it on stage in an effective and theatrical manner. Ken Gass has directed his cast with bold strokes and daring declamatory poses that take some getting used to in act one, but - for the most part - are carried out beautifully throughout as Matthew Edison and Irene Poole give us a glimpse of what it might have been like to be - respectively (and in no particlulr order) - high, in love, in conflict, and able to write poetry whenever the spirit moved you in the bright Italian sun during difficult social and poltical times. 

SCRIPT AVAILABLE FROM PLAYWRIGHTS CANADA PRESS

Barrett Browning's polticial leanings are also highlighted throughout, to the distress of her frequently grumpy and economically concerned life partner Robert. Lizzie's drugs were expensive! But she rises above her dependencies, carves out a career of her own, and gives the female agency of the play a dominant positon as she grapples with the male power structures that may have steered the times, but did not survive wihtout the passion, the profound social innovation, artistic output, and creative genius of Elizabeth Barrett Browning herself.

HOW DO I LOVE THEE 
RUNS AT THE BERKELEY STREET THEATRE UPSTAIRS 
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