So I was there yesterday when duty called me music (repeat quintet by Mozart): to bring 1,600 people to the show four nights a week in a small city like Dijon.
For this, two strategies: offering the great classics, operas and concerts known to the general public: Traviata, The Magic Flute, Aida, Beethoven's 9th or so, schedule outstanding performances for which people travel from afar . It would
Rather, this second option has retained our principal, who proposes a bold program, top flight, with great artists and works rarely given. So this week's show, "My Love", by Christian Rizzo. The artwork was created in Paris, not this young choreographer who founded a rock band and was stylist world before devoting himself to choreography and then he arose at Dijon, under the eye of the media intrigued ... and the public. For "My Love" is a strange sight, a mixture of dance (though the dancers do not seem to really dance, rather they engage in a choreography halfway between a martial art and a improvised movement), music (more rock) and theater (a very beautiful text is read by a convincing narrator sitting at his desk in a corner of the stage throughout the show). This gives images like this ...
(Photos Marc Domage)
We do not know whether to find this ridiculous, amazing or poignant. Besides this show, you either love or hate: Many spectators came out before the end, clearly not moved by this astonishing encounter between several arts. Those who stayed until the end, even if they were to some unconvinced, I think have been affected and will remember this otherwise beautiful time of less intense ...
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