Choreography by Bournonville
Herman Severin LØVENSKIOLD (1815-1870)
La sylphide (1836) [59:16]
Choreography by August Bournonville
Produced by Margaret Dale
Flemming Flindt - James
Lucette Aldous - The sylph
Shirley Dixon - Effie
John Chesworth - Gurn
Gillian Martlew - Madge
Valerie March - Anna
Jennifer Kelly - Nancy
Ballet Rambert
London Symphony Orchestra/David Ellenberg
Matthias STREBINGER (1807-1874) arr. Holger Simon PAULLI
(1810-1891)
Pas de deux from
Flower festival in Genzano (1858) [11:46]
Choreography by August Bournonville
Produced by Patricia Foy
Rudolf Nureyev - Paolo
Merle Park - Rosa
Orchestra of the Royal Opera House/Ashley Lawrence
Herman Severin LØVENSKIOLD (1815-1870)
Act 2
pas de deux from
La sylphide (1836) [7:04]
Flemming Flindt - James
Elsa-Marianne von Rosen - The sylph
Pro Arte Orchestra/Carmen Dragon
rec. BBC Studio, London (
La sylphide and
La sylphide Act
2
pas de deux) and Sadler’s Wells Theatre, London (
Flower
festival in Genzano); 10 July 1960 (
La sylphide Act 2
pas
de deux), 31 January and 2 February 1961 (
La sylphide) and
15 December 1974 (
Pas de deux from
Flower festival in Genzano).
Sound: enhanced mono
Picture format: 4:3
Region code: 0
DVD format: NTSC
ICA CLASSICS ICAD5099
[80:55]
Dancer Robert Helpman is the wit usually credited
with pointing out that “the trouble with nude dancing is that
not everything stops when the music does.” That perceptive observation
must have failed to make an impact on Danish ballet star Flemming Flindt
(1936-2009) who was to lead an entirely naked production of The triumph
of death in Copenhagen in 1972. Happily - or perhaps unhappily,
depending on your point of view - his energetic jumping in Ballet Rambert’s
1961 television performance of La sylphide, preserved on this
disc, demonstrates quite conclusively that Scotsmen do wear underpants
beneath their kilts.
As its title indicates, however, the selling point of this new DVD is
less Mr Flindt’s physical attributes than the choreography of
August Bournonville (1805-1879).
Bournonville’s historical significance lies in the fact that in
the late 1820s he imported the latest styles and techniques of dancing
from Paris to Copenhagen - and the Royal Danish Ballet has preserved
them ever since in a virtually unaltered form. While the rest of the
dance world subsequently fell under the dominating influence of Russian
choreographers including Petipa, Russian impresarios and producers such
as Diaghilev, and Russian dancers too numerous to mention - to the extent
that aspiring westerners such as Alicia Markova (nee Marks) felt
obliged to Russianise their names - Denmark lovingly preserved Bournonville’s
sui generis choreography in aspic.
Critic Richard Buckle, writing of his first visit to Copenhagen in 1951,
was somewhat dismissive of what he described as Bournonville’s
“more quaint than admirable” style. In describing its characteristics,
he made it clear that he viewed many of them with a rather jaundiced
eye: “... a lack of lyrical line, a small, brittle neatness, the
ability to perform steps of elevation and batterie much better
than turning movements, an absence of the épaulement which
lends poetry and subtlety to classroom steps, and a tendency to begin
and end variations facing the audience full on in the fifth position.”
[Richard Buckle, The Adventures of a Ballet Critic (London, 1953),
p.240.]
For anyone finding that a little too technical, it is also worth observing
that Bournonville’s choreography was also distinguished by placing
much more emphasis on male dancers than was usual at the time and for
the rest of the 19th century. In his best known ballets La
sylphide and Napoli - both available on DVD in admirable
modern Royal Danish Ballet restagings (Warner Music Vision / NVC Arts
50-501011-2322-2-0 and 2564-63477-2 respectively) - the leading male
dancer is an equal protagonist and far from simply a passive support
for a “star” ballerina. Thus, pace its title, La
sylphide’s central figure is the conflicted Scottish laird
James, enticed by the charms of a flighty passing sylph into abandoning
his adoring fiancée Effie. Matters end badly for James, as might
be expected, when the witch Madge - whom he had earlier grievously offended
- uses her trickery to deny him any happiness with his spirit love.
Ballet Rambert’s leading man on this occasion, Flemming Flindt,
certainly looks the part, even if his Highland laird is clearly of blond,
blue-eyed Viking settler descent. His dancing is impressive too. He
is, though, somewhat let down by his habit of indicating thought - something
that the morally troubled James engages in rather a lot - by a self-conscious
and theatrical style of emoting that is just too obvious and lacking
in subtlety for the intimacy of the domestic TV screen.
Lucette Aldous is another fine dancer and does her best with a role
of inherent difficulty. By her very nature, a sylph is an other-worldly
being who is somewhat emotionally detached from the real world. She
is not a creature, therefore, to automatically engender sympathy from
an audience. In Adolphe Adam’s more familiar early Romantic ballet
Giselle (1841), the problem is overcome because we empathise
with the eponymous heroine as a real human being in the first Act and
maintain our emotional attachment to her in the second. In La sylphide
we only ever see the sylph as a spirit and not in her previous human
incarnation: in fact, she is never even given a name. It is, therefore,
difficult for the audience to feel much empathy with the character,
a problem magnified even more by the fact that this particular sylph
destroys everyone else’s happiness by her wilfully selfish behaviour.
Only when she dies from Madge’s poison in Act 2 and, in her death
throes, momentarily becomes a real person again - indicated by her rather
puny wings dropping off - do we, the audience, actually have any cause
to be moved by her plight.
James’s jilted fiancée Effie, on the other hand, is a recognisably
human character with whom we can empathise from the outset. As well
as making the most of the limited opportunities she is given to dance,
Shirley Dixon - something of an Audrey Hepburn lookalike - is the most
successful of the principal characters at anything remotely approaching
“acting”. The witch Madge, danced by Gillian Martlew, is
also well done, with first class warty make-up and dirty, ragged costumes.
This portrayal even manages to generate some sympathy for her as she
is turned away from the warmth of the baronial fireplace by the inexplicably
short-tempered James. John Chesworth, dancing James’s rival in
love Gurn, a sort of ballet version of Hollywood’s perennial romantic
loser Ralph Bellamy, makes the most of his occasional opportunities
and displays a fine sense of comedy, whether animatedly failing to persuade
the other wedding guests that he has seen the sylph or executing a pratfall
as he attempts to sit on a chair that has just been taken away behind
him.
The sets for each Act make for an interesting contrast of styles. Act
1’s is an effective and generally realistic “Scottish baronial
hall” creation, all stags’ heads and swords on the walls
and with a real fire crackling away in the hearth. Act 2’s is,
though, less successful: after a convincingly gloomy and macabre witch’s
den, we switch to an open meadow that’s suggested by a very poorly
painted backdrop and a few odd “trees” and “bushes”.
That is a sad disappointment after the earlier approach.
In general, this La sylphide is well directed - in black-and-white,
as you would expect of material of this vintage. One or two camera angles
are quite inventive, with one particularly striking shot (29:13-29:33)
where depth of field is cleverly used to let us watch Madge a little
way to the back while her familiars cavort in the foreground. The only
brief glitch that I spotted comes between 37:28 and 37:35 when a reverse
tracking shot seems to cause some sort of problem with the camera’s
ability to focus as sharply as one would like.
Some of the bits of stage business - such as the sylph’s disappearance
up the chimney in Act 1 - are quite effective. There are, sadly, rather
too many instances where features that wouldn't have been detected by
a theatre audience are unfortunately revealed by close-up TV camera
work. Stage machinery allowing the sylph to “fly” is clearly
visible at 15:13-15:25, 49:37-49:48 and 50:15-50:26. A close-up shot
of Madge’s face at 40:20 allows us to see that her “missing”
teeth are, in fact, merely painted black. At 37:24 our belief in the
fantasy is jolted when the shadow of a camera moves unexpectedly into
shot in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. In a similar vein,
occasional examples of dancers looking directly into the lens inevitably
remind us that there is a camera present and so undermine our suspension
of disbelief. At 10:55 a male member of the corps de ballet is
the guilty party. Less excusably and so more annoyingly, Flemming Flindt
regularly emotes direct to the camera - at, for instance, 14:09, 25:55
and 43:36. Lucette Aldous does the same thing at 33:44. It all looks
rather unprofessional and a little bit silly. Perhaps the 1961 vintage
Ballet Rambert company lacked experience in working on television but,
if so, they should have been coached more thoroughly in the necessary
skills.
For anyone unfamiliar with it, La sylphide’s music is something
of a cod confection of generic “Scottishness”, albeit with
an occasional bit of borrowed authenticity: the Act 1 wedding guests
arrive to an up-tempo version of Auld Lang Syne. It is, though,
very well played here - as one might expect - by nothing less than the
London Symphony Orchestra and the “enhanced mono” sound
quality of the recording is very good.
The disc is filled out with the pas de deux from Flower festival
at Genzano, featuring Rudolf Nureyev and Merle Park, as well as
an alternative “bonus” La sylphide pas de deux in
which Flemming Flindt’s partner, offering a blonde Nordic alternative
to Lucette Aldous, is Elsa-Marie von Rosen. The Nureyev/Park track features
a particularly cheap looking generic ballet set, characterised by designs
that appear to have been derived from 1950s wallpaper. That sort of
thing will be familiar to anyone who owns one of VAI International’s
fascinating Great stars of Russian ballet DVDs featuring old
Soviet TV ballet highlights broadcasts. Even in such a crassly ugly
stage setting, however, Nureyev and Park are well worth watching. Nureyev,
in particular, brings aspects of his characteristically Russian style
and flamboyance to Bournonville and produces thereby an intriguing fusion.
Though the Flindt/von Rosen track is well executed and interesting,
it serves here merely as an appendix to the main Flindt/Aldous offering
that, underpants and all, entirely on its own justifies this worthwhile
new release.
Rob Maynard