Following its inaugural 2017 season, the second incarnation of Queensland Ballet’s Bespoke returned to the edgy Powerhouse Theatre. A multimedia emphasis was apparent before we even got to our seats. Hanging on the post-industrial walls of the Powerhouse alcoves and corridors were sculptural black-and-white photographs by the Walkley Award-nominated photographer David Kelly. This was Amy Hollingsworth’s Reserata, credited as the last item on the program: a photographic exhibition of the dancers caught on camera in personal interpretations of Arvo Pärt’s Fratres.
Meanwhile, LED screens mounted high on a column in the foyer broadcasted Cass Mortimer Eipper’s Brute, the program’s fifth item: a dance film (complete with a brief “making of” documentary) shot in a gritty catacomb of tunnels. The audience was shown the film again once inside the theatre, but something about its rawness and pounding soundtrack (Vessel’s Red Sex) made it far more engaging when set against the Powerhouse’s graffitied walls. Brute, which explores the “untameable beast within us”, is slick and vehement. The catacomb film set, rapid camera cuts, edgy angles, and sharp editing all augmented the visceral drive of Eipper’s choreography. As a piece of dance film it was excellent, and an example of how translation to another medium can enhance choreography rather than overwhelm it.
Once inside the theatre, the audience was invited to download the Weavar app and point it at their programs, which duly came to life with video and 3D models. Then it was time to put our phones away, and return to live dancing on a stage with Craig Davidson’s Parts per Million. A minimalist neoclassical piece, it explored “human behaviour patterns and the idea of change” through choreography that spoke of cause and effect in intricately detailed canons and beautifully formed spinning partnering. Lighting and shadow was used to great effect with light pieces being pushed around the stage to silhouette the dancers from different angles. Something about Davidson’s use of the movement planes of the body – over-extension of limbs, openness and alert bearing in torso and head, and swift pin-point precision in the placement of legs and feet on pointe – reminded me very much of William Forsythe (and in fact, Davidson has won a Critics Choice Award for his own performances of Forsythe). Particularly pleasing was a very beautiful sense of shape and line, a sophisticated flow of phrasing and rhythm, and a well-judged build to the springing, multi-layered climax set effectively to Nicholas Robert Thayer’s clock-like score. My only cavil was that the epilogue, an emotionally intimate pas de deux danced to a warm saxophone score, felt oddly disconnected from the cool sophistication of the rest of the work. Nevertheless, Davidson’s work is undeniably and thoroughly elegant. He is clearly a choreographer to watch.