In terms of technical skill, stamina and versatility, NDT2's performers are as able and assured as their colleagues in NDT1 - the company within which most of them probably hope to find full employment. And while there is a certain satisfaction to be had in watching these well-trained dancers work their magic on the mediocre choreography that makes up Programme One of their two-week, two-programme season at Sadler's Wells, you can't help noticing that same bland efficiency that has become a prime characteristic of nearly all NDT enterprises.
If NDT2 transcends the limitations of the NDT aesthetic, it is because of the dancers' adult yet clearly unjaded approach to the whole business of performance. And it is this combination of acquired discipline and youthful enthusiasm that serves to intensify and freshen the rhetoric of works as varied and humdrum as Jiri Kylin's Un Ballo and Gideon Obarzanek's Petrol-Head Lover. In the first, couples in black occupy a candle-lit dance floor, the swell and lilt of their dances filling the space as politely and earnestly as Ravel's music; in Petrol-Head Lover, a more wild-child manner prevails, from the opening solo for a head-banging motor mechanic to the cutesy bump-and-grind explorations of a Bill and Ben duo.
As in the other pieces on NDT2's quadruple bill - Hans van Manen's Two (one of those man encounters woman / lives a brief life with her / departs numbers) and Paul Lightfoot's Solitaire (a series of duets ranging in mood from frolicsome to ponderous, all accompanied by the freewheeling rotations of a man suspended in mid-air) - it is the dancers, rather than their material, that you engage with. Such eloquent application goes some way to disguising the innate but flat classicism and fallow modernism of much of the choreography here. But the squiggle and exclamation mark territory of Lightfoot and Obarzanek follows much the same inner logic as the well-behaved exertions of Kylin and Van Manen - and is equally forgettable. That, after the event, one can still recall the dancers as babes scuttling around in Noddy car costumes for Obarzanek; or as more conservatively dressed NDT1 clones showing us the obsessive body sculpture of Kylin and van Manen is, if nothing else, reassurance that youthful florescence - even a hint of individuality? - will out.
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