The benefit of three works that are new Olivier Wever’s Whim W’Him party team filled the Intiman Theatre on every night whenever thawing heaps of slush in Seattle roads mounted to your knees. Boots are not strictly a fashion option. “Cast the very first Rock in Twenty Twelve” came with plenty of temperature of their very very own, however.
Two reduced works, La Langue de l’amour and Flower Festival, led as much as the night’s showcase that is major thrOwn, but that is not to imply they weren’t as appreciatively gotten. If you’re in the theater as a couple of, you need to be careful exactly how loudly you clap for the wickedly titled La Langue de l’amour, should your partner takes it being a passive-aggressive hint of some type.
A solo en pointe tease by Chalnessa Eames in a deranged-pixie wig, Langue employs pantomime and, in this context, the not-so-sublimated eroticism of this allegro motion of the Domenico Scarlatti harpsichord sonata as Wevers wrings every glistening fall of intercourse appeal from the ballerina’s precision that is formala gauzy wisp of costume by Christine Joly de Lotbiniиre helps with that work). Typically, ballet prevents conjuring within the illicit awe inspired whenever Eames bends and looks straight right back through her feet at the market. Through charade, she makes a pretty determined, detail by detail proposition of delights—Oh my, whipped cream?—in the offing in the event that item of desire (a limelight chosen somebody when you look at the market) calls her. Later on, after thrOwn, it’s going to appear impressive that the exact same individual danced both in.
After Wevers’ reinterpreted Flower Festival, however, individuals rocketed from their seats to applaud. Most of the terms to spell it out what Wevers has done right here needs to be French and alive to tones of nuance; Bournonville’s perky-footed peasant courtship offers option to two males in suits (Andrew Bartee and Lucien Postlewaite in Mark Zappone’s sharp-looking costumes) whom participate in some sort of dominance display. (more…)