The pinnacle of Stanley Donen and Gene Kelly’s creative partnership saluted fakery in its many forms brick walls made of paper, dulcet vocals piped in to cover twangy screeching, stars rewriting their own backstories. Best of all, he made it look so damned easy. The man’s genius was in maintaining the illusion of holding on for dear life when he was, in actuality, in complete command. When he really gets cooking, Kelly can barely keep up with himself, pulled this way and that by his own legs as if they’re willful dogs on leashes. But the real stars of the show are Kelly’s left and right feet, Shakespeare’s quill and ink, heaven-sent instruments that sometimes appear to be operating independent of their owner. MGM coughed up nearly half a million dollars to bring Minnelli and Kelly’s mad experiments in interdisciplinary art appreciation to life, bankrolling gargantuan sets and ornate hand-painted backgrounds. Spanning 17 minutes and multiple suites, the climactic ballet from Vincente Minnelli’s magnum opus takes Gene Kelly on a highbrow tour through the music of George Gershwin and the paintings of Toulouse-Lautrec, Renoir, and Dufy, to name only a few. “An American in Paris,” An American in Paris (1951) Stretch those hammies and step up to the barre.ġ4. And finally, as is the case with all lists, this should be the beginning of a conversation, not the end of one. A film will often place something of great significance in these intimate acts of self-expression, a key unlocking a character’s inner workings. This canon goes heavy on the musicals, as it must, so take special note of the entries cherry-picked from other realms of storytelling. An elite handful double up on appearances - Vincente Minnelli, Gene Kelly, Denis Lavant, Fred Astaire, and Stanley Donen - but the full range of movers and shakers comprises A-list movie stars, dancers’ dancers forgotten by history, and rank amateurs giving it their best shot. In the following attempt to assemble cinema’s 50 greatest dance scenes, I prioritized breadth: of era, of genre, of tone, of country. It’s no great stretch to say that dance must be included in whatever expansive definition one might form of “human nature.” It predates language itself, some scholars clocking its advent around 3300 B.C. Dance torments, soothes, stimulates, and challenges, often managing many at once. In the selections below, characters move as a plea for help, as an elated outburst, as a rebellion against authoritarianism, and as a prelude to murder. Even as the rest of the film rapidly fades from my memory, I can clearly recall the scene in Michael Haneke’s Happy End featuring a karaoke rendition of Sia’s “Chandelier” with an emphatic onstage accompaniment, if only for its extraordinary banality. At the Markos Dance Academy, movement is the essence of life.ĭance can be an intense communion between the mind and body, though it doesn’t have to be. For the sinister higher-ups, their charges’ perspiration serves as nourishment. (Perhaps it has something to do with all the meat hooks?) The Damien Jalet–choreographed dances stand out as the most gripping sections in the film’s dense two-and-a-half hours, in particular the fiendish group piece titled “Volk.” Johnson and her company, draped in red cords, cycle through razor-edged poses metaphorically - and then literally - coursing with brutality. Dakota Johnson stars as an American ballerina attending a prestigious academy in pre-reunification Berlin, tutored by severe instructors giving her a faintly Satanic vibe. This weekend, Luca Guadagnino’s maximalist reworking of Italian horror classic Suspiria jetés into wide release. Photo-Illustration: Emily Denniston and Maya Robinson/Vulture
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