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Cuatro Noches,
Teatro of Torino
Nueva Compania Tangueros picked out the hardest way, just
Nuevo Tango, no glamour, very stylized dance which doesn't
come to terms with the showy stuff too much. Two rigorous acts
that try sorely even the coarsest insomnia.
Sergio Trombetta, Panorama
Jean Fajean's answer:
Our colleague Mr. Trombetta was not entirely wrong to spread
this news item from the bastions of Panorama, a weekly
magazine of the utmost integrity. Actually, it's a common
notion among the critics that Tango belongs to the loud
world of attractions or to pyrotechnichs,
or to sociology at the most, a pastime for the populacho
as we say in Argentina, which is worth a reasonable praise
by the most inflexible reviewers only when it doesn't intend
to go beyond those Popular Art limits that Mr.Croce and Mr.Gramsci
have argued so often about.
Quite another matter is talking of choreographic composition, dramaturgy, dance
technique, stylistics, or discussing the active principles that make the patient
critic, the audience, or all three, feel sleepy once a day - in the posology
of Tango of course, rather than in Contemporary Dance's pharmacopoeia.
It is true that a full house, a so-called box office hit, hides an element of
vulgarity that gives evidence against the programme's cultural virtues and the
Artistic Director who has planned it, without anybody ever calling him for the
dull endowments of managing and accounting; on the other hand the Hemingway's
prediction, according to which the audience can not remain better than the critics
for a long time, seems to be groundless in this particular case.
Nevertheless, the Tangueros Four Nights' short tour overturned the expectations
with five sold outs out of five performances, despite of the no-showy stuff,
the hardest Nuevo Tango, the stylized dance and Mr.Trombetta.
The Panorama insensitive readers, or the precious few who still disregard it,
have crowded the stalls, the mezzanines, the balconies, the galleries, the first-tier
boxes, the paths, the passages and even the chandeliers, and from these cramped
positions they have delivered infinite cheers and called for several encores.
Not intimidated at all by the box office bugaboo, a sleepless avalanche has besieged
every stage with the name Tangueros on the bill. The news reported even an odious
affair of black market on the tickets, with agiotage and reselling, that held
the Authors Society Inspectors Pool in check for weeks. The case was subsequently
entrusted to your friendly correspondent who solved it and routed the scalper
in only five minutes: i confessed.
Jean Fajean - The Tangueros Quarterly Review
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