Sadler’s Wells present these five original works as an evening of British-Chinese cultural collaboration, but while full of beautiful moments, the evening falls short of this advertised purpose. Choreographers Russell Maliphant and Christopher Wheeldon each present two pieces, while Edwaard Liang presents one. The same four internationally renowned dancers perform all five pieces: the two women, Yuan Yuan Tan and Fang-Yi Sheu, are Chinese dancers; Damian Smith is Australian; and Clifton Brown is American. The artists involved are the only through-line of the evening: the choreographers worked individually, and the event does not hang together as a whole.
Chinese choreographer Liang’s piece Finding Light opens the evening, but is strangely echoed by Wheeldon’s After the Rain, billed third. The performances feature the same two dancers – Tan and Smith – performing very similar choreography. The only memorable difference arose from the lighting design. Wheeldon’s duet was originally performed on an outdoor platform on a beach at sunset, which is mimicked by a pinkish glow emanating from the back wall, whereas Liang’s begins with a sharply defined rectangle of white light. The relationship displayed in both of these works has a touching – almost infantile – innocence about it. Tan is a like doll in Smith’s grasp. The pieces also share an aesthetic focus – Smith supports Tan through stunning pose after stunning pose while she moves fluidly around him or drapes herself across him. The pair perform with a delicate softness, but both pieces lack any sense of deeper feelings: an established story is foregone in favour of a sense of newness and exploration within a young relationship. Both are sweet, loving pieces, but lack variation and originality: having just seen Finding Light, After the Rain seemed all too familiar. This is just one indication of the lack of the collaboration that the evening was intended to showcase.
Wheeldon’s second piece, Five Movements, Three Repeats, was hard to grasp, featuring nine sections each separated by short breaks in which the audience was unsure whether to applaud or not. In the opening section, Sheu begins spotlit, curling her arms like a motion-capture fern unfurling, and arching her body as if recoiling from a punch in the stomach in Matrix-style slow motion. The three remaining dancers appear out of the darkness, moving with an air of self-absorption reminiscent of a rehearsal studio warm-up. Playful variations of this section repeat: once fully lit, once reset facing the opposite direction, and so on. Between these variations were four short pieces which showcased some brilliant choreography. This strangely eclectic work was wonderfully conceived, but the technical shortcomings detracted from its success and typified the evening’s overall difficulty in communicating to its audience.