Fire in the Studio
In Dortmund, the complete shadow act in front of a wonderfully cloud-covered Himalayan image has been retained from Petipa, or rather from the more virtuoso, already revised Soviet versions of the work. Large parts of the second act have also been preserved, such as the D’Jampe dance with the veils attached to the legs and the large pas de deux for Solor and Gamsatti with demi-soloists. The solo of the golden idol, which had mostly been located in the fourth act since Natalia Makarova's first western version of the work, has been moved back into the large engagement parade.
When Wang choreographs something new, he often quotes lifts or poses from earlier times, such as in the romantic pas de deux for Nikiya and Solor in the first act, which now moves away from classicism going higher and all the way down to the floor. A quartet for the three actors and the producer seems overdramatic when they wander around falteringly, and the pleading solo of the actress playing Nikiya in the second act (unfortunately the film stars are not named) borders on Soviet drama ballet with its pathos. The actor playing Solor is just as cowardly as his character, but is allowed to express his desperation in many whirling turns as the choreographer gives the men more to dance throughout than in the traditional version. The film workers are constantly on the move, elegant soldiers with sabers march through the film again and again, and they also perform the effective drum dance in the second act, which previously attracted negative attention due to brownfacing. The men from the Dortmund ensemble leave the best impression. The solo actor also has a lot to do in the short fourth act as he goes mad with grief. Then his previously rather cheerful friend, the studio manager, holds up a match out of empathy and sets the studio on fire, which leads to the really funny scene in which the ethereal shadows in their tutus collide with the arriving fire brigade. After a huge explosion, Nikiya waits at the top of the famous slope and pulls her lover up by the white scarf that no longer just connects the here and now, but also fiction and, well, reality.
Modernization with Marshmallows
The idea of modernizing the work which premiered in St. Petersburg in 1877 and only came to the West a century later is not entirely new. While Shobana Jeyasingh’s Bayadère - The Ninth Life sought the Indian origins in London in 2015, just as Daniel Proietto did in Antwerp in 2020 with Rasa to new music and with a built-in gender swap, the choreographer Etienne Frey had already moved the work to present-day India in 1999. In his small-scale production with the Geneva Ballet, a modern Indian couple was reflected in ancient history.
The adaptation Star on the Rise: La Bayadère ... Reimagined! which premiered at Indiana University in Bloomington in March 2024, sounds suspiciously similar to the Dortmund idea. It was created by Phil Chan and Doug Fullington — that is, by Mr. "Final Bow for Yellowface" who has been fighting against the orientalism of the old classics for years, and by the reconstruction specialist who has so far been revered as serious and is known, among other things, for his work on the Munich Corsaire.
They too moved the action to Hollywood in the 1920s, but went about it much more decisively, having cowboys dance, turning the engagement picture into a rodeo parade and the shadow act into a glittering ballet in the style of Hollywood choreographer Busby Berkeley. Even Minkus' music was jazzed up, but there is a happy ending between up-and-coming actress Nikki and film star Sol, despite the intrigues of the evil Pamela Zatti. Fullington made sure the Petipa steps were correct, so the cowgirls in the first act dance around the temple fire as per the textbook, however not without roastin their marshmallows; the D’Jampe dancers stretch tambour batons over their heads instead of veils, and the Golden Idol becomes an Oscar statue. In the end, the silly production (which can be viewed as video-on-demand at iumusiclive.music.indiana.edu) feels as if someone had replaced the extroverted Soviet aesthetic with the worst American clichés, i.e. caricature with caricature. This is probably what happens when, in adoration of Balanchine's neoclassicism, one has ignored for too long the European experience in meaningfully modernizing the classics.