'Crazy Horse' (unrated)
Master filmmaker Frederic Wiseman trains his camera on the art of burlesque.
The 7:45 and 10 p.m. Friday showings of "Crazy Horse" at the O Cinema will be preceded by a live performance featuring Shameless Burlesque dancers and complimentary champagne. For more information, visit www.o-cinema.org
If Frederick Wiseman’s involving new documentary Crazy Horse is any indication, that old rule about how you get to Carnegie Hall — “practice, practice, practice” — applies equally well to that Parisian temple of self-described “nude chic” known to its intimates simply as “Le Crazy.”
At age 82, with 37 documentaries to his credit, the endlessly curious Wiseman shows no signs of slowing down. His latest investigations of human institutions — Boxing Gym and La Danse — Le Ballet De L’Opera De Paris — have focused on bastions of physicality and movement.
Founded in 1951 by the late Alain Bernardin, the Crazy Horse’s cabaret show is a most peculiar institution. Yes, it features numerous naked women, but the effect of its upbeat and elaborate Las Vegas-style production numbers is more aesthetic than erotic, kind of like the Cirque du Soleil with nudity.
These tall, thin, totally fit women — each of whom has taken an improbable stage name such as Zula, Nooka, Fiamma and Loa — are so much of a single physical type that they tend to look alike as they execute their precise gymnastic moves.
What these women also do is work exceptionally hard. Though Wiseman’s longtime cinematographer John Davey has shot considerable performance footage, what is inevitably of more interest than the actual show are the elaborate, exhausting rehearsals everyone goes through. The construction of artifice turns out to require a great deal of effort.
Led by choreographer and director Philippe Decoufle, these practice sessions are painstakingly detailed affairs, with the dancers walked and talked through precisely choreographed routines with the goal of coming up with a show error-free. Though, as is usual with Wiseman, there is no voice-over and no direct interviews, by the time someone calls these women “soldiers of an erotic army,” we surely know why.
The centerpiece of the film, however, is not the rehearsals but a meeting that Decoufle has with his collaborators and bosses in anticipation of his revamping of the show into a new revue to be called Desirs. The choreographer is in despair at the prospect of having to come up with a new production without closing the old one (which runs a minimum of two shows a night, seven nights a week), something he is told the shareholders will never agree to.
Everyone works hard at Le Crazy, and the film supplies glimpses of the show behind the show — the endless parade of ice buckets waiting for bottles of presumably expensive Champagne, the smoothly running system for taking souvenir photographs of the guests — that is geared to maximizing commerce rather than crafting art.
Though Le Crazy understandably considers itself to be a creative show whose mission is “to suggest and seduce through restraint,” what we also see on film is the other side of the coin, a strange sort of industrial endeavor, a factory of desire that is good at what it does.
Because Wiseman and his team were allowed complete access to the club, shooting some 150 hours of footage, Crazy Horse captures wonderful moments, none more charming than one in which a group of performers, many of whom have been to dance conservatories, sit around in bathrobes and laugh as they watch a DVD of celebrated ballet bloopers. It is a deft revelation of shared humanity, the kind of thing no one does better than Frederick Wiseman.
Director: Frederick Wiseman.
Producers: Pierre Olivier Bardet, Frederick Wiseman.
Running time: 138 minutes. Nudity. In English and French with English subtitles. Plays Thursday-Feb. 26 in Miami-Dade only: O Cinema. The showings at 7:45 and 10 p.m. Friday will be proceeded by a live performance featuring Shameless Burlesque.