A visually stunning — and frustrating — look at a dance pioneer

Striking footage captures the work of a famed choreographer in Cunningham

In a new documentary about Merce Cunningham, filmmaker Alla Kovgan attempts a delicate dance. On the one hand, Cunningham stages many of the pioneering choreographer’s abstract works superbly, capturing the vision of an idiosyncratic artist. On the other hand, when it comes to exploring the man behind the art, the film’s execution feels out of step with its ambition.

Cunningham blended the footwork of classical ballet with less traditional movements of the torso to craft a style often labeled as avant-garde, though he shied away from the label. Cunningham launched his career in the late 1930s and was active until his death, at 90, in 2009. The documentary tracks the rise of Cunningham’s New York-based dance company, focusing on dance pieces he created between 1942 and 1972.

Peppered throughout the documentary, these sequences feature a fusion of virtuosic choreography, remarkable athleticism, and polished filmmaking. (The film’s preferred format is 3D, though the visuals are still impressive in the 2D print.) By setting the expressive dances in surprising locales — including a lush forest of towering trees, a cobblestone town square, and a fluorescent-lit tunnel — Kovgan accentuates the seemingly limitless possibilities of Cunningham’s aesthetic, with visual grandeur.

Some dances are presented without music: Accompanied only by the patter of footsteps, the camera glides through long, uninterrupted shots. Kovgan, a Russian filmmaker making her solo feature debut, also uses striking aerial footage of dancers performing on a seaside rooftop.

So what do we learn about the mastermind behind such innovation? The film presents Cunningham as a difficult genius, less interested in commercial success than pure artistic expression. But the tracking of Cunningham’s career is disappointingly scattershot, barely scratching the surface of the man outside the dance studio. Complicated relationships with collaborators — including composer John Cage, Cunningham’s longtime romantic partner — are mentioned, but not explored in a substantial way. The decision to limit the scope of the documentary to Cunningham’s heyday means we learn little about the roots of his artistry or the endurance of his legacy. For a film of such visual audacity, the lack of storytelling depth is frustrating.

In Kovgan’s defense, Cunningham may have been too enigmatic to probe with complexity. He had a reputation for being cold and distant, as the movie notes, and his reluctance to explain his art is well documented.

“I don’t describe it,” he says at one point, “I do it.”

Like the man himself, Cunningham takes that mantra to heart — for better and for worse. 

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