{"id":2013,"date":"2013-10-17T15:07:18","date_gmt":"2013-10-17T19:07:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/?p=2013"},"modified":"2013-10-17T15:11:04","modified_gmt":"2013-10-17T19:11:04","slug":"entering-the-forsythean-maze","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/dancebeat\/2013\/10\/entering-the-forsythean-maze\/","title":{"rendered":"Entering the Forsythean Maze"},"content":{"rendered":"

William Forsythe brings his 2011 Sider<\/em> to the Brooklyn Academy of Music.<\/p>\n

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William Forsythe’s Sider<\/em>. (L to R): Yasutake Shimaji, Cyril Baldy, Josh Johnson. Photo: Julieta Cervantes<\/p><\/div>\n

When you watch a recent work by William Forsythe, you may find yourself responding to it on two levels. Sitting in the Brooklyn Academy of Music to watch his 2011 Sider <\/i>(part of BAM\u2019s 2013 Next Wave Festival), you take in what the dancers are doing (say moving large rectangles of corrugated cardboard around), and you hear a pounding, atmospheric score by Thom Willems. But you also think about what you don\u2019t<\/i> see or hear\u2014notably the elements that shape what the dancers (co-choreographers all) are doing. In other words, you may be fascinated or perplexed or irritated by the piece, which sometimes resembles a playground for smart, handsome, dysfunctional athletes, and at the same time wondering fitfully just what minute-by-minute commands and given structures are influencing the performance of Sider <\/i>on any given night.<\/p>\n

Forsythe, whose company is based in Dresden and Frankfurt am Main, has said that he keeps \u201ctrying to test the limits of what the word choreography means.\u201d\u00a0 You could see that even in his earlier cranky, ice-sharp ballets, such as In the Middle Somewhat Elevated<\/i>, which grace the repertories of companies worldwide. His influence has been enormous, too, via projects that extend beyond his own choreography\u2014for instance, his 1994 computer application, Improvisation Technologies: A Tool for the Analytical Dance Eye<\/i>. His company members\u2014a few of whom have been working with him since the late 1980s, when he headed Ballett Frankfurt\u2014are remarkably astute; brilliant mental and physical gymnasts. Imagine what it takes for a performer to cope with Forsythe\u2019s practice in relation to Sider<\/i>. This is his explanation: \u201cWe work here with very powerful formal systems, but I continually shatter their logic by inserting exceptions. But before they notice that, I also shatter that logic by inserting exceptions to that exception.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Fabrice Mazliah alone with the building blocks of Forsythe’s Sider<\/em>. Photo: Julieta Cervantes<\/p><\/div>\n

No wonder the performers in Sider<\/i> sometimes pause or freeze; perhaps they\u2019re putting their brains back together. You can glean some of the elements they must cope with. All of them wear tiny earphones, through which they hear text from a late 16th<\/sup>-century tragedy. They ignore the plot and move to the rhythms of a film\u2019s soundtrack of the play, aligning with a character during dialogue passages (I\u2019m thinking Shakespeare and iambic pentameter and the sweep of a blank-verse sentence). They also occasionally hear the voice of Forsythe commenting or giving instructions. In their heads, they carry city maps that they have designed; they may travel through these and\/or semi-construct their contours with the cardboard slabs. Forsythe wants to promote an air of \u00a0\u201canxious anticipation,\u201d and his tactics elicit just that.<\/p>\n

This last bit of information helps to explain the first few moments of Sider<\/i>. Frances Chiaverini and Fabrice Mazliah are moving in close proximity. She wields two of the cardboard sheets; he adjusts his own body in various thoughtful ways. At moments, you think that she might plan on scooping him up or building something with his cooperation, but you can\u2019t discern a joint purpose or relationship. The two are following separate maps; because they\u2019re working so near to each other, the maps overlap.<\/p>\n

The environment in which this society works and plays is a cheerful one, despite the array of overhead fluorescent tubes that wink off and on at times (\u201clight object\u201d by Spencer Finch, lighting by Ulf Naumann and Tanja R\u00fchl). On rare occasions, a sentence is projected above the stage. One says, \u201cshe is to them as they are to us;\u201d another other says, \u201cshe is to that as this is to him.\u201d Yes, these eighteen dancers have separate agendas; yes, they are both performers and spectators of others\u2019 performing. Dorothee Merg has dressed them in vivid outfits that feature eccentric floral or camouflage prints, plus bright-colored jackets and hoods or ski masks. One of them (Riley Watts, as I recall) wears a huge white ruff and a dark suit that refer us to Elizabeth I\u2019s reign). David Kern is a vision in pink as he crouches behind a panel, jabbering in a made-up language. \u00a0A couple of the panels bear words; his says \u201cin disarray.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The inhabitants of Forsythe’s Sider<\/em>. (L to R): Dana Caspersen, Fabrice Mazliah, Frances Chiaverini. At back: Ander Zabala. Photo: Julieta Cervantes<\/p><\/div>\n

Never have you seen such elegant depictions of controlled disarray. Consensus appears out of nowhere. At one point, dancers start galloping around the stage, holding the panels in front of them horizontally. As they go they bang the panels ahead of them with their knees. The aural-visual image that pops into mind is of a bunch of Monte-Python knights riding into battle. Only occasionally does everyone agree on a single action\u2014for instance, to form a tableau together or to face us, holding the boards in front of themselves, as if to wall off a jury box.<\/p>\n

The controlled disarray applies to their bodies too, whenever anyone stops building something or wandering around listening to the voice in his\/her ears and starts to dance. Forsythe is a master of the deconstructed body, of the sensual tug-of-war between, say, a dancer\u2019s hips and head and shoulders (Mazliah is a marvel at this). The performers in Sider <\/i>also have a way of disappearing behind the cardboard props; at one point, a few of them build their own little Tower of Babel to shelter in.<\/p>\n

Although they may scamper around or drop into a bit of hopscotch or spar with one another, they don\u2019t appear particularly playful. Nor do they often communicate verbally; Dana Caspersen and Kern do speak at each other (I can\u2019t recall their words).\u00a0 Kern, popping from one side of a panel to the other, speaks for two different characters in the play, suiting his gibberish to their dialogue.<\/p>\n

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(L to R): Brigel Gjoka, Ander Zabala, and David Kern in Sider<\/em>. Photo: Julieta Cervantes<\/p><\/div>\n

In the last few minutes of Sider<\/i>, the piece winds back to its beginning. The same small, precarious arrangement of several panels stands where it stood when the curtain rose. Again, Chiaverini and Mazliah pursue their individual paths, although she appears to be having some trouble with her cardboard sheets. Kern is talking quietly.\u00a0 All is as it was, only not.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve been seeing and appreciating many of these multi-national Forsythe collaborators for a number of years. \u00a0Yoko Ando, Cyril Baldy, Esther Balfe, Caspersen, Anancio Gonzalez, Kern, Mazliah, Tilman O\u2019Donnell, Nicole Peisl, Jone San Martin, and Ander Zabala are familiar faces (assuming we can see their faces under those hoods). Katja Cheraneva, Chiaverini, Brigel Gjoka, Josh Johnson, Natalia Rodina, Yasutake Shimaji, Ildik\u00f3 T\u00f3th, and Watts are comparative newcomers to the group (although T\u00f3th has worked in the U.S. with Susan Marshall and others). I list their names not just because of their contributions to Sider<\/i> as choreographers and on-the-spot improvisers, but because they are such vivid and daring performers in what I see as a puzzle that has no correct answers, a maze with a lot of dead-end streets, and a not too stressful vision of an adult recess in the school days of life.<\/p>\n

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