making swan lake dangerous again
by Douglas Messerli
Matthew Bourne (director and choreographer), Pyotr
Ilyich Tchaikovsky (composer) Matthew Bourne’s Swan Lake / Los Angeles,
Ahmanson Theatre / the performance I saw was on December 10, 2019
In 1995 English dancer and choreographer
Matthew Bourne did something quite audacious in the world of ballet by taking
the often-stuffy tutu-laden Tchaikovsky ballet Swan Lake into a world of
a fantasy about the psychological turmoil of coming to terms with one’s gay
sexuality. He was grandly helped by the set and costume design of Lez
Brotherston.
While keeping much of the basic story of the original, particularly the
romantic tale of a young Prince falling in love with a swan, by transforming
the basic tale into a modern-day story of royalty not so very different from
the Court of Queen Elizabeth II, he presented the myth through a very different
lens. Except for the fact that this young Prince, having daily to face the cold
and distant attentions of the Queen (elegantly and often humorously performed
by Nicole Kabera in the production I saw), is clearly not the obviously
heterosexual Prince Charles, but you might well understand why Australian
choreographer Graeme Murphy was tempted to embrace this ballet into the context
of Charles’ marriage to Princess Diana.
Yet Bourne keeps the more mysterious elements of ballet intact, partly
by representing the highly-regulated life of the young Prince through a corps
of servants, all looking a bit like his disapproving but, nonetheless, sexually
active mother, as they bathe the young prince, brush his teeth, and dress him
each morning, to which the audience with whom I was attending broke out in
laughter.
The young prince of Bourne’s production simply wants love and seeks it
out first with a vivacious woman intruder (Katrina Lyndon), titled in the
program simply as “The Girlfriend.” This gauche young woman, clearly hated by
the Queen, is certainly no friend and is less a young girl than an outright
tart. The Queen, obviously, wants her son to marry someone of his own class,
made clear in the attendees of “The Royal Ball” in Act Three. Actually, she is
planted into the royal castle by the Queen’s “Private Secretary” (Jack Jones),
who hopes to bring down the monarchy and put himself as the Head of State.
The Prince (Andrew Monaghan) clumsily attends to dance with the
intruder, attends a very funny ballet performance, which
wittily imitates earlier productions of this same ballet, with his mother,
secretary von Rothbart, and his sudden “girlfriend,”
Despondent, he wanders off to a nearby park wherein, on a lake, several
swans swim. Bourne has already shown us that the Prince has had nightmares
about the swans, and now we witness a sign posted nearby warning visitors not
to feed the swans. We can only recognize that the food on which the swans might
feed is not bags of fish-chips, but the bodies of male human beings—precisely,
after posting a note about his suicide, the Prince feeds them himself as he
quickly
The lead swan (Max Westwell), in particular captures his heart, and
after a series of teasing and flirting gestures, takes the young courtier into
a pas de deux that, in part because of its daring gender shifts, is far
more sensuous than anything possible in other Swan Lakes—although we
might imagine that Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky might have loved it!
The
outstretched inviting hands, always imitating the neck gestures of swans, aare
accepted and rejected, while the common male-female lifts of the Prince into
the Swans arms represent the former’s transformation into a world of sexual
bliss that as strange almost as what Edward Albee describes in his odd 2002
play The Goat, or Who Is Sylvia?
After
all, this is not the first time that animals have transformed themselves into
animals in order to seduce the human race: one need only to remind ourselves of
Zeus’ transformation into a swan in order to impregnate Leda.
In
part, Bourne’s ballet gives the heterosexual world a vision of what it means to
“come out,” as the beautiful Prince, now transformed by the male version of the
traditional version’s Odette, becomes obsessed with his new lover. Is it at all
surprising that he sees the face of the Swan in another intruder into the
court, the Royal Ball the Queen has commanded to present numerous international
beauties from which her son will have to choose for a proper wife?
Seduced all over again, but shocked by the darker aspects of his love,
is it any wonder that the young innocent resorts to violence, ultimately
killing his “Girlfriend” in the process?
As
in so many such family situations, the sexually “confused” young son is
incarcerated in an asylum, looked after by an army of a doctor and nurses, all
of whom, as in the first scene, appear to be various apparitions of his
dominating mother. Bourne almost seems to be hinting here of gay conversion
therapy, which often makes the patient go mad.
Laid into his overlarge bed by his nurses, the demons of his sexual
desires are let loose, the swans coming out, as in a horrified child’s dream,
from under the bed itself, even from within the mattress to haunt him. Although
the lead swan reappears in an attempt to calm the sufferer, the swan corps
turn on both of them, terrifying the Prince.
Here there are no grand jetés, assembles, or even graceful lifts. The
sweaty male torsos now shift from the sensual into almost a demand for a
swan-orgy. And the only grand leap is the one in which the Prince, utterly exhausted,
jumps into death, where he can finally join the lead Swan into an embrace of
eternity.
What we realize in Bourne’s brilliant re-creation of this balletic
chestnut is how fresh it can still be and how marvelously accurate it is its
conception. Swan Lake, with its infusions of myth and fairy-tale, must
have seemed almost dangerous upon its original production—although it was, at
first, not particularly popular, and only later came to be seen as a major work
of art. But Bourne in 1995 Bourne re-energized it, made it come alive as a
dangerous work again. And in the wonderful production which I visited last
night, subtitled “The Legend Returns,” we are truly brought back into that
magical world where humans copulate with swans, and swans are freed to become almost
human.
Swan
Lake, as last night’s audience acclaimed it in their long applause, may be
the perfect holiday balletic event. But I warn you, don’t take your young child
to this; it is not The Nutcracker.
Los Angeles, December 11, 2019
Reprinted from USTheater, Opera, and
Performance (December 2019).
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