Ma’s choreography is nothing if not musical. “En Chalant,” with music by Nils Frahm, Hauschka, and Jóhann Jóhannssonn—composers whose masterful, electronic manipulations of classical instruments will have your heart thrumming along—is no different. Though a flute and a horn are familiar, the dancers—costumed by Rebecca Turk in dark leotards and pants with beige inserts that contour a leg and exaggerate a sweeping hyperextension—wriggle their hips in a way that would have Petipa blushing. Yet, the first section’s music invites a gusto that the dancers don’t quite convince me of. Certain thrusts of chest and hip belie classical ballet training, and the dancers have yet to settle into the grounded movement. Alejandro Mariño Hechavarria, in his first season with Richmond Ballet, was close. Like the Olympic gymnasts we watched all summer, when Hechavarria throws his head back, he’s not afraid to lose sight of the ground he’ll land on a beat later.
Indeed, the best moments are not the leg-whacking extensions: The leg hiked up to 180 degrees to act as a fulcrum for a fouetté or handle for a “starfish” lift, as my non-dancer companion calls them. Contemporary ballet choreography has altogether too much of this.
No, the best moments are Ma’s subtle ones, even the weird ones: when Izabella Tokev flails (for lack of a better word) all four limbs while held in the air, when the exquisite Nishihara shepherds in the last section with two little heel-lifts and a smirk, when swimming fishy hands lead the dancers downstage and elicit smiles from every audience member.
Ma is not evolving contemporary ballet with athletic extensions, but he is doing it with the undeniable joy he infuses into his choreography. There’s true delight in the viewing experience. The “chalance” is, indeed, irresistible—and it will keep me coming back for more.
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