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Hofesh Shechter, Political Mother: The Choreographer's Cut, Sadler's Wells

Hofesh Shechter, Political Mother: The Choreographer's Cut, Sadler's Wells

A ferocious wall of sound - and sight

Hofesh Shechter's 'Political Mother'Sadler's Wells

Only three years ago, Hofesh Shechter, the Israeli-born, London-based choreographer, made the leap into the big leagues, almost overnight, with his Uprising/In Your Rooms double bill. The following year he produced a "Choreographer’s Cut", a bulked-up version in the Roundhouse, part dance, part gig. 2010’s Political Mother was received with rapture, so what next?

Yes, of course, another Choreographer’s Cut, this time Political Mother in an amped-up version with 24 musicians and 16 dancers in front of a Sadler’s Wells audience, the front stalls removed and transformed into a wannabe mosh pit. Fine choreographer, and canny marketeer.

The piece starts with a section of Verdi’s Requiem, string players appearing suspended in the dark on a transparent balcony, each seemingly isolated. Then, a static burst cuts them off, and thrash, above them appear guitarists and percussionists; thrash again, and more percussionists below – Phil Spector never imagined a wall of sound like this. All this has taken place behind an empty stage; now a lone man, a Japanese warrior, unsheathes his sword and kneels, slowly, ritually, committing seppuku. Another blackout – which is typical of Shechter’s cinematic-like love of blackouts and cross-cutting. Two men enter a triangle of light to perform what seems like a folkdance, but a folkdance on acid, febrile, stuttering, shimmering, as though electricity is coursing through their bodies. A demagogue appears above, ranting incomprehensibly in front of lighting that mimics Leni Riefenstahl's films.

Shechter1And now we are away. Shechter’s subject is the vagaries of power, the shifting alliances, moving swiftly between subjection and oppression, victims and perpetrators. It is never clear entirely which is which, and that is of course his point. He uses his core folk-inflected vocabulary to sketch a picture of the people and their need for freedom, but in an eye-blink he then transforms their arms raised in joy to the raised hands of the prisoner; similarly the folk-stamp switches from rustic vigour to that of the prisoner pounding the exercise yard.

The only other contemporary choreographer who relies on folkdance as much as Shechter is Mark Morris, and the differences between the two are illuminating. Morris loves folkdance for its formal qualities, its geometric parsing of space: if you will, its classicism. Shechter is interested in its emotional content, perhaps a more obvious route to take, but one no less potent for that. And both men appreciate its tribal rhythms, whether it is Morris’s masterpiece, Grand Duo, or Shechter’s prisoners finding the light.

Shechter limits his dancers to a small palette of movement – the raised or flailing arms, the skipping step, the hitched knees; often they all move in circular shapes, marking a regular pattern. Shechter is one of the few contemporary choreographers who has a natural flair and love of massed movement, in all its glorious complexity. These patterns he builds become elemental, tightly pounded out and meshed to his own music, and, even more, luminously displayed in Lee Curran’s brilliantly theatrical lighting design – a tour de force which builds a world which Shechter can then people. Indeed, one of the best things about Political Mother is precisely the tight integration between these two – take away either element and it would all fall apart.

Shechter2While the piece, the choreographer and the creative team are all admirable, it might be wished that this Choreographer’s Cut had developed a little further since the piece’s first outing. The start is slow: Shechter’s method of cumulatively building out of small episodes means it takes nearly a quarter of an hour before we are underway. While this method does, ultimately, reap rewards, it wouldn’t hurt to get there a little faster. Occasionally, too, the skittery, jittery dance elements become etiolated, slightly effete, compared to the thrusting nature of most of the choreography: one trio resembled Moe, Larry and Curly attempting folkdance – not a good look. The ending, too, still doesn’t work – after the prisoners see the light, the cryptic message “Where there is pressure, there is folkdance” illuminates the stage, the pulsing beat uncoils the dancers into a final folkdance enfilade – and then the lights go out, and we get another puzzling five minutes of dance, undoing all that has been achieved.

But this is not to deny the sheer visceral thrill of Political Mother, or the enormous artistry that has gone into creating it.

Comments

I was tremendously disappointed with Political Mother. Uninspiring, bland, repetitive. I might even have put it down to the idea that perhaps the dancers all had food poisoning, had it not been obvious that the choreography was just downright poor. The different sequences were samey and, although different things were generally happening in each, there was little to commend each idea. Don't get me wrong - the concept of political oppression is a worthy subject for a performance. But neither Hofesh Schechter, nor his troupe of dancers, did it justice. I've found before that in good dance productions, one or two of the dancers will really impress on me and become notable characters in their own right, but I didn't find that to be the case with Schechter's troupe. The nearest I got was some guy in dreadlocks and the least charismatic Woman in a Red Dress I've ever seen.

Absolutely! Really surprised at the positive reviews. Shame as the production and staging were absolutely phenomenal.

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