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“Celestina”
Cía. Flamenca Carmen Cortés
Tuesday, October 5th, 2004. 9:00pm.
Teatro Central. Seville
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Text : Estela Zatania
Celestina: Carmen Cortés. Areúsa: Trinidad
Artíguez. Melibea: Esther Esteban. Calixto: Isaac de los
Reyes. Pármeno: Nino de los Reyes. Sempronio: Jesús
Carmona. Music: Gerardo Núñez and Manuel Alonso. Choreography:
Carmen Cortés.
Two stars from the world of flamenco, dancer Carmen Cortés
and guitarist Gerardo Núñez are responsible for “Celestina”,
a story of love, confrontation and treachery based on the 1499 classic
attributed to Fernando de Rojas and which premiered at the last
Festival de Jerez.
Considering the high artistic and professional level of Carmen
and Gerardo it’s difficult, almost painful to have to enumerate
the many shortcomings of this work which haven’t been ironed
out since its debut. Gerardo’s prerecorded music is a collection
of beautiful phrases that resist fitting into any flamenco form
except at certain brief moments. Carmen, one of today’s best
flamenco dancers, goes instead the way of modern dance, Martha Graham
contractions and silent film histrionics when she could have blown
everyone away just dancing por soleá. But no...that was not
an option in this presentation because the human voice was banished,
no cante thank you, we’re “modern”.
Nor does the thing work on a theatrical level. The story is presented
as a confusing tangle of subplots – the program lists no fewer
than twenty independent movements – difficult to unravel even
for those familiar with the classic story. The portions of text
read by Carmen cannot be understood due to muddy amplification,
the dark hermetic ambience is never broken and the scant illumination
completes a projection that is depressing and existential. Nevertheless
it’s hard to overcome the feeling that it could all suddenly
burst into flamenco if only a singer’s lament had been permitted.
A Dantesque world...a dark, hermetic
ambience...the abstraction of evil
The use of voluminous flowing materials, in the wardrobe as well
as in the set, serves to embellish the mystery of the work without
heaping on more darkness. One scene is danced in a sort of portable
shower without water and the suggestive flow of translucent fabric
act as imagined dance partners. The voluminous burgundy-colored
cape that Carmen uses to symbolize a Dantesque world seems to have
a life of its own and her ample skirts are the abstraction of evil.
One brief moment of bulerías – it’s no more
than thirty seconds – with Carmen and a male dancer, is like
a ray of flamenco sunshine peeking between the dark clouds and immediately
triggers applause, but we are soon returned to the dark labyrinthe
of the impenetrable story.
At the finish there was polite but restrained applause from the
half-full house which seemed to be seeking answers to the same questions
we considered on out way to the cafeteria of the Teatro Central
to chase away the depressing after-taste with a few beers and idle
conversation: Will the unfortunate fashion of contrived stories
dotted with pseudo-flamenco references never run out of steam? Will
the great flamenco artists of our time never return to the flamenco
fold? Will flamenco singing in dance presentations eventually become
obsolete?
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