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Bourne, AgainWhat really bugs critics about the world's most successful choreographer.

By Brian Seibert
Posted Wednesday, April 4, 2007, at 4:16 PM ET
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Matthew Bourne, as you may have heard, is the most successful choreographer alive. His shows break box-office records and reach an audience much larger and wider than is usual for dance. Accordingly, each new endeavor—like the current North American tour of his version of Edward Scissorhands, which left Brooklyn on Sunday to head for Toronto and points west—occasions a deluge of articles and reviews. Read a few, and an uncomfortable fact becomes clear: The least interesting thing about this most successful of choreographers is his choreography.

This is sometimes expressed damningly ("He has made modern dance marketable by taking out the dance"). It is sometimes offered in admiration, as evidence of his properly populist attitudes ("He cares about story, not steps"). More often, it is admitted parenthetically, to offset praise of Bourne's almost universally recognized gifts as a storyteller. This dichotomy between steps and story is misleading, though. For Bourne's essential strength and weakness as both a dance-maker and a storyteller are one and the same. He's a recycler, a master manipulator of the familiar.

The chief complaint against Bourne's choreography is that it lacks invention. He has no signature voice, people say, no personal vocabulary of movement—what normally distinguishes a great choreographer. This much is true, but what Bourne has instead is a wide knowledge of dance, a strong memory, and an uncommon deftness in sampling eclectically in order to achieve the effects he wants.

That Bourne's stories are also recycled is common knowledge. But it's not just that his signature method has been to re-imagine classic ballets, operas, and films. It's that his re-imaginings are themselves derivative: his Nutcracker set in a Dickensian orphanage, his Carmen transplanted to the noir America of The Postman Always Rings Twice. The guiding concepts are as easy to grasp as movie pitches; La Sylphide meets Trainspotting gets you Bourne's Highland Fling.

Such mash-ups can, on occasion, produce something original, the correspondences and updatings giving old works new life. Bourne's have—to varying degrees—been successful on this front, and in recent interviews, he has been at pains to distinguish his shows from the movie adaptations currently favored by timid theatrical producers (the adaptations, as he put it to Newsday, for which "familiarity sells tickets"). He's right to stress that his version of Edward Scissorhands is not an exact copy of the original. Nobody talks, for one thing, and the climax-generating crisis is different (and weaker). But in terms of Bourne's overall approach, the most telling change might be a small one, a shift from the ambiguous time period of the film to an iconic 1950s suburbia. Bourne has said that his original British audiences needed a world they could recognize more readily.

This shift toward the familiar is typical. Bourne tells stories that people already know, but even those who aren't acquainted with the plot can follow along easily. That they can is a testament to his expert staging, but also to his canny use of stereotypes. His characters, drawn so sharply that each idiosyncrasy is legible from the back of the theater, are caricatures. (Scissorhands has a desperate housewife, a fatuous mayor, an Edward Gorey-style evangelical family.) Their pantomimed actions and attitudes are immediately comprehensible because they're familiar. We've seen people behave that way before—not in life but in the movies, on TV.

Bourne sees his recycling as part of a quest for timeless narratives. He has said that Edward Scissorhands appealed to him because he saw in it a modern fable—something like Pinocchio, like Beauty and the Beast. His remakes aren't Disneyfied, despite his work on the current Broadway production of Mary Poppins. They're usually darker and more sexually explicit than the originals (though his Scissorhands isn't). But he picks his stories for their themes, and his favorite word to describe them is "universal."

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Brian Seibert writes about dance for The New Yorker's "Goings On About Town," the Threepenny Review, and other publications.
Photograph of Matthew Bourne and Richard Winsor by Koichi Kamoshida/Getty Images.
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It sounds like the only 'innovation' this choreographer is bringing to his plots is to 'gay them up' and replace some (possibly tired) love stories with characters who are apparently same sex, and thus, in the minds of some benighted souls, somehow more interesting.

Well, it must be apparent to most observers that this may have been revolutionary about 30 years ago, but it is no longer anything more than trite. Too bad the ideologues who are ordained as critics and reviewers are sworn to uphold the illusion that everything transgender is somehow important as 'art.'

--BenK

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