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- <title>
- Dec. 28, 1992: Reviews:Dance
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- Dec. 28, 1992 What Does Science Tell Us About God?
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 67
- DANCE
- Visions of Robot-Rats
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By Martha Duffy
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: THE HARD NUT</l>
- <l>CHOREOGRAPHER: Mark Morris</l>
- <l>WHERE: Brooklyn Academy of Music</l>
- </qt>
- <p> BOTTOM LINE: This radical reworking of The Nutcracker may
- be uneven, but it's always good for a laugh.
- </p>
- <p> The bourgeois German household has been banished in favor
- of an American apartment decorated in 1960s high tacky. The
- Stahlbaum children get a giant Barbie doll and a spaceman at
- their family Christmas Eve party. The guests are dressed in the
- worst excesses of a quarter-century ago, and before long they
- are drunk and lubricious. Postmodern choreographer Mark Morris,
- never at a loss for a flip word or gesture, insists that his
- take on the Tchaikovsky classic is not a send-up, but that is
- exactly what it is--rude, boisterous and more than a little,
- well, nutty.
- </p>
- <p> Much of his invention is fresh and to the point. As usual
- with Morris, the production is gender-blind. Mother Stahlbaum
- is played with zest by a man (Peter Wing Healey), who doubles
- as a portly Dewdrop in The Waltz of the Flowers. The corps de
- ballet comprises both males and females, some on pointe, some
- not. The Snowflake Waltz, without doubt the show's highlight,
- is performed by this motley assemblage of 22 in an ingenious
- parody of classical choreography. But instead of the snow
- drifting down from the rafters, the dancers carry it onstage by
- the fistful, and each time they jump, they fling it into the
- air. Silly? Definitely. But like all the best sight gags, it
- gets more laughs with each repetition.
- </p>
- <p> The Hard Nut, which was seen on PBS last week, debuted in
- Brussels' Theatre Royal de la Monnaie in 1991. Thanks to Belgian
- government backing, Morris was able to mount a handsome
- production, with especially lavish costumes. The largesse makes
- it even more unfortunate that in the end the choreographer's
- imagination is defeated by Tchaikovsky. In the second act the
- music expands opulently, demanding matching grandeur onstage.
- But Morris wastes the grand pas de deux on a routine group
- number and sets the explosive coda as a small-scale duet for
- Marie, the heroine, and the Nutcracker Prince. It's a bad
- letdown.
- </p>
- <p> Still, Morris provides the audience with plenty of
- inspired entertainment along the way. The rodents that infest
- Marie's nightmare are purposeful robot-rats circling her with
- unblinking orange eyes. The various outbursts of sibling rivalry
- are pursued with a ferocity that prompts youngsters in the
- audience to pinch the overdressed child in the next seat. For
- the parents, Morris, 37, and his visual collaborator,
- comic-strip artist Charles Burns, also 37, offer heavily
- freighted tableaux--how it was, way back when people wore
- bell-bottoms and leisure suits, and how it is now, when the wish
- for a perfect family Christmas collides with the need to knock
- back some extra holiday cheer.
- </p>
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