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Review: Second City, Hubbard Street’s often-visionary fusion of comedy and dance

Travis Turner pretends to ride a bicycle (dancer Andrew Murdock) as Tim Mason and Carisa Barreca look on Friday night at the Ahmanson Theatre during "The Art of Falling," a collaboration between the Hubbard Street dance company and the Second City comedy troupe.

Travis Turner pretends to ride a bicycle (dancer Andrew Murdock) as Tim Mason and Carisa Barreca look on Friday night at the Ahmanson Theatre during “The Art of Falling,” a collaboration between the Hubbard Street dance company and the Second City comedy troupe.

(Genaro Molina / Los Angeles Times)
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The West Coast premiere of “The Art of Falling” brought to the Ahmanson Theatre on Friday night some uproarious sketch-comedy supplemented and occasionally eclipsed by first-rate contemporary dance.

This collaboration by two major Chicago performing ensembles left the fearless Second City satirists in command and the versatile Hubbard Street dancers providing a witty movement complement -- initially as living furniture in a vignette about an office temp, later as creative visual amplification of the subjects and themes being explored in speech and song.

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The evening began with a pseudo-unctuous video parodying those self-glorifying “making of” featurettes tacked onto the DVD and Blu-ray versions of movies, with “Art of Falling” director and Hubbard artistic director (and former L.A. dance heartthrob) Glenn Edgerton turning up onstage as one of the few Hubbards allowed to speak. Call them the silent majority.

Among the Second City speakers -- and singers -- Christina Anthony made everyone else seem understated, dominating sketches about passenger relationships on an airline and, most memorably, begging the universe for answers to such cosmic questions as why there are no stars on “Dancing With the Stars.”

In contrast, the romance between Joey Bland and Travis Turner never seemed more than just a pretext for a prefab dare-to-love message and jokes about dancers. Some of those jokes -- and the overall use of dance as a mere adjunct to a verbal experience -- often made “The Art of Falling” seem a rather timid attempt to introduce dance to a Second City audience. Mission accomplished, though a little late for L.A., considering how often Matthew Bourne combined dance, social comedy and storytelling on this very stage.

Only once on Friday did Hubbard present the kind of choreography you might see on one of its standalone programs: a suite of five sleek duets excerpted from Alejandro Cerrudo’s “Second to Last” (music by Arvo Pärt). And only once did both companies risk a truly improvisational major collaboration: when Tawny Newsome (in character as a Croatian grandmother) interviewed two members of the audience, drawing images and activities that six dancers turned into brilliant movement haiku, further developed and refined before our eyes.

That sequence was sensational, even visionary. Everything else seemed a little safe in comparison: the plot lines about falling in love, falling into the arms of fast-moving office-workers, even falling from an airplane.

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The five writers who created those plot lines and the five choreographers deployed to decorate or enhance them diverged on one crucial concept: topicality. Throughout the evening, the Second City contributions remained very much in the moment, illuminating the zeitgeist with material about same-sex relationships, racial perspectives and the cultural minutiae that fuel our conversations. But, at best, the dances stayed generally but never specifically millennial, and, at worst (in Cerrudo’s backdated “Typewriter” sextet, for instance) strangely out of touch. Typewriters? Where is Hubbard’s founder and pop virtuoso Lou Conte when we really need him?

Director Billy Bungeroth adroitly pulled everything together in a wildly entertaining barrage of sight and sound, words and moves. But the aftertaste to all the fun suggested that the Second City ought to trust dance more than it does. And that Hubbard Street ought to spend less time in the studio and more on the street.

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