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Mr. Gaga . . . [Apr. 7th, 2017|02:46 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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. . . is an almost interesting documentary about "internationally acclaimed choreographer Ohad Naharin, who created the daring form of dance and 'movement language,' Gaga."  It's fairly interesting, but some of his life story is dwelt on Euro-style in interminable sequences that you "get" a minute and a half before they are over.  There's one where his newish wife (one of his dancers) gets upset because he had the au pair take their toddler home to get him/her out of the studio so that the rest of them could work.  The kid is screaming all the way down the hall and the wife finally walks out, pissed.  This creates an uncomfortable scene several minutes long which the documentarians felt it was necessary to share with us in its entirety.  "Whoopty damn doopty," was all I had to say.  It had me checking my watch.

The best parts of the film are filmed excerpts of performances he has choreographed in the past.  He really is a talented choreographer and once he gets everyone rehearsed and on the same page, the results can be spectacular.  I just didn't find the nitty-gritty behind the scenes all that enjoyable.  In a piece called "Last Work" there is a woman at the back of the stage in a long blue dress running on a treadmill for the entire performance.  You wouldn't think it would add anything to (or subtract from) the performance but it turns out to be a stroke of genius akin to the slice of cheese on a McDonald's filet of fish sandwich: it just works.  Who'da thunk?

'Mater Meter: 85%      Phrembahmeter: 67%
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