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Jane Eyre, Shanghai Ballet, London Coliseum
Jane Eyre, Shanghai Ballet, London Coliseum
A brave Chinese ballet version of Brontë's romance misses the point
For their first visit to the UK, Shanghai Ballet have brought a narrative ballet based on a Chinese theatrical version of Jane Eyre. It focuses on Bertha Mason, Mr Rochester’s mad wife in the attic, whose fate has often troubled readers, though the Shanghai narrative does not ask about the economic and social conditions of exploitation, the colonialism and sexism that have trapped her.
Instead it presents Bertha, Jane and Rochester as three troubled souls in a kind of eternal love triangle. But Charlotte Brontë's classic is not a novel about a timeless dilemma, it is about a specific character’s psychological development; and by transmuting these individuals into types, the Shanghai Ballet treatment lost me.
A sense of dislocation is created by costumes and sets that gesture at various epochs while never committing to any one: Mrs Fairfax is in Victorian stripes and a bustle, but Jane’s elegant pinafore is Edwardian, while Rochester’s shiny black suit seems to have been borrowed from Mick Jagger circa 1977. Adding to the tragic, rather than novelistic, mood are the male dancers who cover the transitions between scenes, representing ghosts, rocks, or flames. Lit low so we cannot see their faces, and moving mostly in unison or simple alternation, they have more of the Greek chorus about them than a ballet corps.
The physical storytelling features a little too much running and hair-tossing
Their frenetic blend of martial art style and ballet, however, brought a welcome lift in tempo and energy, because choreographer Patrick de Bana has mostly gone for a token contemporary/ballet blend. This works best when it moves towards expressionism, or merges with Chinese traditional dance; at other moments the physical storytelling features a little too much running and hair-tossing.
Fan Xiaofeng as Bertha has to do a lot of both, but fortunately for us she is a magnetic dancer, committed to every movement, flickering constantly between fluidity and rigidity to convey Bertha’s distress, and commanding attention whenever she is on stage. To her are given some of the most visually striking tableaux: kneeling in a white dress in a shower of red rose petals; standing trying to claw her way out of a glass box; collapsed in a pool of orange light like a murder victim under a streetlamp.
Her Bertha doesn’t show much psychological development, but she might be excused that, playing a madwoman; in Wu Husheng’s Rochester, though, emotional implausibility is a serious problem. The man from whose orbit two women cannot escape should have near-planetary gravity: instead he is boyishly handsome and seemingly impermeable, affected as little by near-death in a fire as by Jane’s healing return. His dancing is competent, but the one-register acting makes it hard even to dislike him for the villain he is supposed to be.
His lack of chemistry with Xiang Jieyan’s Jane is part of the problem; it’s surprising, since they are regular partners but at no point could I get a sense of why (or even if) Jane was attracted to this man. Xiang is a lovely dancer, neat and precise, but in making her Jane all passivity and resignation – there was no trace of the steely core of self-respect which gets her into trouble as a child and leads her to run away from Thornfield – she made it impossible for us to identify with her situation at all.
The ghost of Helen Burns is given mesmerising life by Li Chenchen
With large sections of the ballet focusing on the Jane-Bertha-Rochester triad, it was up to the secondary characters to inject some life and passion. Zhang Yao was tight, tense and accusatory as Richard Mason, Bertha’s brother, while Zhou Jiawen played Blanche Ingram with a dash of the southern belle, all sideways smiles at the ball (even Wu’s Rochester showed a flicker of interest, see picture above). St John Rivers was given a touching sincerity by Zhang Wenjun, his love for Jane entirely believable; in fact their pas de deux was the only one where Xiang’s Jane seemed to feel anything.
The ghost of Helen Burns – Jane’s childhood friend – is given mesmerising life by Li Chenchen, a dancer whose ability to saturate every movement with meaning should be a lesson to the principals; her short solo in the second act was also one of the few moments where I was convinced of dance as the medium for telling this story.
A major flaw is the lack of a unified score: the music is advertised in the programme as being by "Elgar, Britten, Dowland, Debussy, Barber, de Maistre, Villa-Lobos etc" - what we heard was mostly (recorded) chamber music for strings, or Spanish classical guitar, but nothing that helped to give the story momentum or add depth to the characters, while the deployment of instantly recognisable pieces like Clair de Lune or the Adagio for Strings or (oh dear) Greensleeves at significant moments only undermined the drama.
It is brave of Shanghai Ballet to bring Jane Eyre to Charlotte Brontë’s homeland. Can you imagine Birmingham Royal Ballet taking an Anna Karenina ballet to Moscow? (In fact, do look out for reviews of Scottish Ballet, who take their award-winning A Streetcar Named Desire to the USA next season). However, England is the home not just of the moorland novel, but of the psychologically complex narrative ballet that this Jane Eyre aspires to be. It may be a triumph of diplomatic relations, but to audiences raised on Kenneth MacMillan, this ballet is just too bland to convince.
Watch Shanghai Ballet's trailer for Jane Eyre, by Patrick de Bana
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