1.33:1, 1959, english, united states
“There comes a moment when she looks at you through the mirror, and you realize that she's looking at you and recognizing you as herself. It is through you that her love, her fear, her terror is to be expressed.”

Martha Graham: Dance on Film

These films are an invaluable historical representation, but I can’t say I enjoyed them much. I’m happier I watched them, than I am to watch them again. Still, it just means I’ve got more growing to do, which is exciting in its own way.

I consider myself to be someone who is open to various forms of art. I may not know much about them, but I’m usually at least receptive to trying to see what they have to offer. I particularly delight in experiencing things totally outside my knowledge area, as they offer me an opportunity to grow my cultural base. As I mentioned in my essay on Pina, I’m an almost total novice when it comes to dance. I loved that film so much, I was super excited to watch this one. I’m therefore disappointed to discover I still have a long way to go in my appreciation of dance, before I can give this another try.

I didn’t enjoy this anywhere near as much as I hoped I would. Ever since seeing Pina, and the films of the Carlos Saura set, I’ve been excited to see another aspect of dance. What I discovered was my appreciation is too surface to extend this far back. The dance I’ve seen, and loved, quite clearly owes a massive debt to the pioneering work of Martha Graham. That much was clear, and I found the interviews with her fascinating. But when it came to watching the dances themselves I was bored. That’s ok, it just means I’m not there yet. I’ll be returning to this set again, with a little more time, and a different mood. Hopefully I’ll be able to connect then.