Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched?
That’s what it feels like when you walk into “Chapel/Chapter,” the
latest choreographic work by the Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane Dance
Company, which had a four-night run at the Institute of Contemporary
Art last weekend. There’s a sort of a pre-show setup in progress as
audience members trickle in and are promptly invited to sit on
pew-style benches lining the perimeter of the performance area instead
of their assigned seats. Astute observers will notice Jones himself,
perched on the end of one bench located across the stage from the
audience.
But Jones is not the star of this show; instead, he is watching the
audience. They point, whisper, wonder and cough as more people take
their seats. And Jones seems very interested in them.
For their part, the audience is interested in the stage, set up in two
rows of five 6-foot-wide white squares. The show was originally
designed for the Gatehouse Theater at Aaron Davis Hall in Harlem, and
Jones remarked in his blog that “its site-specific nature will always
make it a challenge to move and remount.” Some reconfiguring was done
for the ICA auditorium, but the affect is still unique. Red curtains
adorn the back and side walls. A projection screen on the back wall
reflects the floor’s 10 squares. Chairs highlighted with a spotlight
are perched at various points around the grid.
As “Chapel/Chapter” starts, six dancers in dark blue exercise clothes
stand around the grid, and one dancer in an orange jumpsuit is
introduced to the area. He walks with his eyes closed until he nears
the edge of the grid, and one of the blue-clad dancers redirects him
back into the white area. A second orange dancer is added, and a third,
and soon, with half of the company in orange jumpsuits, blindly walking
the gridded area, it becomes a game of people-pong. Orange balls are
bouncing off of the walls of the grids, skimming past one another at
different speeds, feeling for the edge when they get nervous. The
latter movement is the only sign of humanity within the grid.
The whole game is fascinating to watch, almost like an episode of
“Survivor” that leaves the audience trying to anticipate the plotline:
What will happen next? Who will be introduced to the group and how will
they influence the collective personality? What happens when two of
them collide?
But like reality TV, nothing much more than what we expect actually
happens. For all that hype, the end result is just a bunch of people in
orange jumpsuits bumping around inside a grid.
The show’s main body consists of three tragic stories of murder,
accidental death and child abuse. The first story is the 1974 murder of
Joseph Soto, told through the disturbing narration of a burglar (danced
by Peter Chamberlin) who binds, tortures and eventually kills the
family whose house he is robbing. A jumpsuited Chamberlin interacts
with company dancers playing a mother (Leah Cox), father (Charles
Scott), two children (Antonio Brown and Asli Bulbul) and a dog (Erick
Montes). As the family’s struggles against their attacker are voiced,
the dancers’ acrobatic movements interpret the tragic situation through
geometric, rhythmic movements, presenting a fascinating juxtaposition
of such physical creativity against a harsh story.
Though brief, the second story of “Chapel/Chapter” is its most
creative. It is the true story of a company member who, as a child,
witnessed the drowning death of his friend. The story is short, but the
visual is everlasting. Montes smoothly throws his body into flowing
shapes as if he is floating across the stage, onto which the projection
screen tosses a swimming-pool-like digital abstraction. The narrator,
another dancer in an orange jumpsuit, stands by the edge of the “pool,”
seemingly incapable of saving his friend. A shorter version of this
swim-scene is repeated once later on in the program, perhaps as a
reiteration, perhaps as merely a transition between stories.
The amazing control the company’s dancers exhibit in segments like this
persists throughout the performance — there are acrobatic inverted
poses, strange contortions of the body, unexpected shapes that are
passed through, and more common modern dance positions. The new shapes
and movements are striking on their own, but when they are hit at such
slow speeds, it seems that only superhuman strength could support them;
imagine a splayed-out backward roll in slow motion. It takes a true
technician to control such a movement and perform it to perfection at
such a reduced pace.
The final story of “Chapel/Chapter” displays the acrobatics without
replicating the pace. A father (Andrea Smith) talks about his unruly
young daughter (Maija Garcia) and recounts his decision to lock her in
a room, feed her cat food and make her use a litter box. Upon release,
Garcia’s character jumps to hug her dad. Smith catches her, then lets
her go, forcing her to roll all the way across the stage. In an
interlude, other dancers also jump up to him and are rolled away. Such
powerful movements provide a visual representation of the father’s true
feelings — he repeats that he wanted to give her away, leave her at a
church, sentiments echoed in his physically pushing her across the
stage.
Near the end of the program, audience members are reminded that they
are participants in this show, not solely observers, as the house
lights became blinding, backed by deafening sound. All in the room are
made to feel like a star surrounded by paparazzi. Audiences are not
usually encouraged to step out of their traditional role as passive
viewers, but there seemed to be a growing tension in the room during
the program, like one would have while sitting in on a courtroom
hearing. Interactivity is an emerging subject in contemporary dance,
and Jones certainly knows how to play with those boundaries.
The show’s live soundtrack is the last piece of Jones’ gripping
formula. Soprano Jennifer Jade Ledesna walks amongst the dancers, while
guitarist Lawrence “Lipbone” Redding (who provides the voice of the
burglar) and cellist Christopher Antonio William Lancaster (who also
uses real-time samplers and effect processing) remain stationary.
Ledesna’s vocalizations frequently call to mind the minor elaborations
of a cantor in a synagogue while also signaling minor-key music’s
familiar use to accompany darker themes — an uneasy mix of cultures
that adds another disturbing element to the show’s storytelling and
movements.
“Chapel/Chapter” has no real conclusion; with a courtroom as the venue
for the storytelling, the audience can only imagine that the resolution
to these tragic stories will be found in the verdict. But as Jones
wrote in a November 2006 blog entry, the show’s “solutions are not
ultimately narrative ones.” For a dance show, such a premise is
unusual, but combined with the production’s imagery, it is powerful.
The colorblind casting of the roles lays bare the human sides of these
stories, particularly the victims’ tragedies. The dancing shows how
much the body can do; the show tells us how emotions can influence us
physically and how our bodies and our minds can surprise us.