Rupert Christiansen

Subtle, intriguing and inventive: Rambert’s Death Trap reviewed

Plus: this dance adaptation of Sam Steiner’s popular play Lemons Lemons Lemons Lemons falls short

Ben Duke's Cerberus. Photography: Camilla Greenwell Ben Duke's Cerberus. Photography: Camilla Greenwell
issue 11 November 2023

Ben Duke belongs to a class of younger choreographers who have decided to flout the convention that dancers should remain silent on stage. Liberating their voices is by no means a new phenomenon (in 1961 Frederick Ashton had Svetlana Beriosova speak verse by Gide in his sadly forgotten Persephone), but it’s one that particularly suits our culture’s dislike of rigid genres, and Duke makes playful use of it in the double bill entitled Death Trap that makes up Rambert’s current tour, which lands at Sadler’s Wells on 22 November.

Rambert’s superb troupe of dancers let rip in bursts of gloriously exuberant jiving

Goat is the less successful of his two pieces. In what looks like a school hall, a crass television compère interviews the participants in a ritual dance of death, a modern Sacre du printemps, presided over by solemn acolytes traumatised by what we are told is ‘a time of extreme crisis’. Out of their number is selected – how? – the Chosen One, who is none too pleased at the honour. Stripped to his underwear, stickered with Post-it notes and crowned with a ram’s skull, he is taunted by his fellows and left to whip himself into a fatal frenzy. Jonathan Wade endures this ordeal in a stunning solo of terrified self-laceration; his corpse is then mourned by his lover in a rather maudlin monologue. Songs by Nina Simone and Frank Sinatra’s ‘My Way’ provide the unlikely music. None of these elements is strikingly original, and although it is performed with total conviction, it’s neither quite funny nor sinister enough to hit any firm target.

Cerberus is a more subtle and intriguing joke. I first saw this last year, and felt it was merely whimsical and bemusing. A second viewing yielded some deeper poetic resonance in the way it plays on the theme of Orpheus’s journey into Hades, a wake for a disembodied Eurydice who is neither dead nor alive, and an umbilical cord that is also the climber’s rope, leading from birth to death.

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