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Vertigo Dance Company and LeeSaar The Company: Two Israeli Troupes at the Pillow

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There’s drama in Vertigo Dance Company’s world premiere, Mana, which runs at Jacob’s Pillow’s Ted Shawn Theatre through Sunday, July 8, but the story remains out of reach. There are men in long, flowing, dark-colored robes, and women who begin the evening-length dance full draped in dark clothing, who wear slightly colorful babushkas. Engaging in non-stop swirling leaps and lifts, the dancers fly through the air, bringing to mind characters in a Chagall painting stripped of the artist’s bright palette. The darkness is carried through in the lighting design and in fog effects used throughout, though the women do end the piece in brighter-colored tank tops.

The backdrop, a two-dimensional representation of a white house, spans the white stage; it has a square door cut out that rolls back and forth as dancers enter and exit, often creating a stage within the stage for striking tableaux. We also discover that the entire set rolls, as it shifts into a diagonal position later in the piece.

For the most part the dancers move rhythmically in time with an evocative score by Ran Bagno, which inventively weaves circus drones and waltz-like melodies. The choreography explores the duality of gravity; the dancers manage to be both heavily grounded, with audible footfalls, and lighter than air, as they seem to waft each other up in off-center spiraling lifts by only their wrists, without visible effort, or rise from the ground led by their pelvic bones. Other notable motifs include dancers curtailing their own leaps, mid-air, by awkwardly grabbing one of their feet.

Rural Intelligence ArtsWhile the piece is full of arcing movement, it could stand a bit more of a dramatic arc. A focal segment arrives relatively early on, when Rena Wertheim-Koren (right, in photo by Gadi Dagon), wearing black short-shorts and a sleeveless top (in stark contrast to the orthodox-Jewish-type garb of the other female dancers), arrives on stage; a large, black, helium-filled balloon floats above her. Rather than the buoyancy this prop might suggest, the balloon is pendulous; the dancer seems to trapped by it. She is tethered and forced to traverse the stage awkwardly on tip toes, rather than gaining any lightness from it. The ballon does seem to help her suspend a series of winsome arabesques, but it’s like a black cloud that keeps her bound to the ground. When one of the male dancers removes it, she seems unburdened, and, yes, lighter. We are told in the program that Mana means “vessel of light” in ancient Aramaic, though I can’t imagine that with this work by Jerusalem-based Vertigo is exploring different meanings of the English word “light,” as in luminosity and weight.

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Photo: Christopher Duggan

NYC-based LeeSaar The Company, led by Israelis Lee Sher and Saar Harari, brings a different type of gravity to the Doris Duke Theater with FAME. Again, the stage is white, but so is the lighting throughout most of the evening-length piece. The female dancers emerge in street tops and flesh-toned underpants, which gives them a certain look of vulnerability. Oh, and there’s one male dancer, co-choreographer Harari, who wears a cowboy hat in most of what little time he spends on stage, where he variously strikes studly poses and casts pseudo-seductive glances at the audience, dances with heightened self-consciousness, or mimes riding a horse through repetitive pelvic-thrusting movements.

Rural Intelligence ArtsThe piece consists of a series of vignettes, solos or group segments in which dancers interact but never make contact. Among the standouts: dancer Candice Schnurr, center stage (in photo, left, by Taylor Crichton), strips down to black lace panties and bra, and seems to be critically examining her thoroughly lean body in a mirror, looking for a trace of body fat that is just not there on her 12-pack stomach, then slipping into sexy dance moves and poses, interspersed with fast jerky movements. Another dancer subtly slips on stage, lying on the floor and saying in Hebrew something like “I must work out more.” In another scene, a dancer emerges upstage with a microphone into a spotlight and acts out the false humility of a pop star, mouthing the words and going through the motions of a celebrity performing a sappy song. She walks into the audience, interacting with her adoring fans, but when the song ends and the applause wells, she has been, literally, upstaged; another “star” is there in the spotlight, receiving the adulation. Such is the fleeting nature of fame; one moment you’re hot, the next you’re not.

The piece addresses the price of fame in many ways. In one segment, the cowboy rides along the periphery of the stage, plucks tiny Hsin-Yi Hsing out from the group, plopping her behind him on his invisible horse. They “ride” in place faster and more jerkily and when the movement reaches a climax he suddenly tosses her off and rides away, and it becomes clear that he has taken her for a ride in more ways then one. In another, a woman on the floor, legs spread wide, knees bent, feet on the ground (as if in a gynecologist’s apparatus) rocks her pelvis nonstop, while reciting both parts of a dialog that make it clear she is on the casting couch.

FAME is full of vogueing that transitions into fast, disjointed movements and back again. The dancers’ legs swing up in awkward off-kilter angles, as if they are not part of their bodies; their hips are loose, opening and closing in a snap. The choreography includes many confrontational conceits; dancers pose seated on the ground, legs spread wide open while they stare fiercely into the audience, or take a stance on all fours, butts proffered to the viewers. They lie on their sides and smily slyly out into the stands. Repeatedly the dancers snap in and out of very low, very wide squats so quickly one wonders how they manage not to pull their groin muscles. There’s a lot of frantic big movement interspersed with those pseudo-raunchy poses and small dance club steps, and yet one of the most arresting moments is when Jye-Hwei Lin holds her squat and moves only her eyes, side to side, for an extended period of time, as if she’s looking around to see who’s looking at her. It’s us, of course, as all consumers of culture are complicit in creating fame.

Jacob’s Pillow Dance Festival
Becket, MA
Vertigo Dance Company in the Ted Shawn Theatre
LeeSaar The Company in the Doris Duke theatre
Through Sunday, July 8

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