The Red Shoes vs Black Swan

The similarities between Black Swan, which was released earlier this year, and The Red Shoes, directed by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger and released in 1948, are obvious. Both tell the story of talented young women engaged as ballet dancers, both relatively unknown, who are suddenly propelled to the limelight as prima ballerinas, dancing the principal role in a new ballet for their respective companies. In Black Swan’s case, a bold new reworking of Swan Lake, and in The Red Shoes, a brand new composition also called The Red Shoes. Loosely based on the fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen, The Red Shoes tells the story of a young girl given a pair of red shoes by a mysterious and sinister cobbler, which, as soon as she puts them on, possess her and make her dance uncontrollably until she dies from exhaustion.

Black Swan shows Natalie Portman’s character, Nina, who, having been a minor member of her ballet company, attempt to unburden herself of her self-consciousness and attain a near impossible level of excellence expected in her new role, while at the same time dealing with her fragile mental state which is exacerbated by her overbearing mother, herself a failed ballerina, played to an often frightening intensity by Barbera Hershey. In The Red Shoes, Vicky Page, played by Moira Shearer, is a relatively minor dancer in the Lermontov Ballet company, and is thrown in to the limelight when her director, Boris Lermantov, chances to see her dance in a small, run down hall somewhere in London in front of a handfull of people. She is offered the lead in the new play, The Red Shoes, and it is a resounding success, as proudly exhibited to the viewer in a magnificent, and completely hallucinatory and Fellini-esque fifteen minute sequence in the middle of the film.

Nina struggles with her new role; she is precise in her delivery of the part of Odette, the angelic White Swan, but, in the eyes of her director, Thomas, played brilliantly by Vincent Cassell, passionless, restrained, and lacking in the sexual energy he sees as essential to the part of the Odile, the Black Swan. Vicky’s adaptation is smoother, although conflict soon manifests itself when she falls in love with Julian Craster, the young, up-and-coming composer of The Red Shoes.

Both women suffer the machinations of manipulative directors; Leroy is passionate and lecherous towards Nina, whereas Lermontov is an ice cold Russian exile, who fires Julian from the company once he finds out about their relationship, believing Vicky’s love for him compromising to her art. Vicky leaves also, in solidarity with her lover, leading Lermontov to sink in to a depression, believing no one else capable of dancing The Red Shoes but Vicky. She eventually returns, without the knowledge of Julian, and agrees to dance. However, moments before she is due to go onstage, Julian turns up, and, incensed at her betrayl, demands she choose between their love and the ballet. She chooses the ballet, he storms off, but as she is walking down the long corridor to the stage, wide-eyed before the camera, the red shoes she is wearing, representing her conflict between love and art, carry her off, and she runs out of the building and commits suicide by jumping from a balcony. In an equally dramatic parallel, Nina is broken by her fragile state of mind, and unwittingly stabs herself during the intermission of the opening night, then completes the second half to rapturous applause, and dies on stage.

The material likeness of both stories are obvious, but what is more important is the believability of the principal characters in their adaptation from obscurity to the unbelievable pressure of performance, and as both films adopt the familiar story-within-a-story formula, attention must also be focused on both Natalie Portman and Moira Shearer in their performances. The idea is to see the ballet in the film through their eyes, as we are seeing the film through our own eyes.

Black Swan opts for a simple psychological thriller angle, showing Nina’s struggle with her role through the prism of her faltering mental health. Vicky’s adaptation to her role stands on Moira Shearer’s performance alone, without the aid of any psychological gimmickry, and in many ways that is enough. Moira Shearer herself was a professional ballet dancer, a rising member of the Sadlers Wells Ballet, and The Red Shoes was her first film. It shows, and, as brilliant as she is, her nervousness and innocence is obvious, especially during conversational scenes, where she spends most of her time staring in to space when she is both listening and talking. Her nerves and earnestness are translated perfectly through Vicky, who through a quiet, although shaky at first, dignity confronts her own impending stardom. In comparison to this genuine manifestation of both a character and an actor/dancer’s response to art, in both Vicky Page and Moira Shearer’s response to ballet and film, the conflict of Black Swan seems artificial and forced, resting on the psychological angle alone.

The Red Shoes was a bold film for the time, a jump in to near fantasy when realism owned post-war cinema, and was a testement to art over real life. As Michael Powell later reflected,

“For ten years we had all been told to go out and die for freedom and democracy; but now the war was over, The Red Shoes told us to go out and die for art.”

In the tragic endings to Black Swan and The Red Shoes, both Nina and Vicky lose their lives to their art; Nina after sacrificing her mind for it, and Vicky after sacrificing love.

As a side note, it is interesting to note the response of the ballet world to both films. Upon its release, The Red Shoes was celebrated as an accurate portrayl of ballet, as well as during filming when several ballet critics were given access to sets. With its later popularity however, it began to be criticised as portraying ballet in a cliched and negative light. The attacks often bore a resemblance to the condemnation by other art forms of early cinema, laced with ignorance and disdainful of the medium as a whole, which, in 1948, seems a bit of a stretch. Moira Shearer herself later attacked the film also, although this seems mostly from exasperation with the technical side of filmmaking; during the dance sequences she was only allowed to dance for short periods at a time, often having to repeat the same thirty seconds of dance continuously, and it took some time for her to adapt back to the structure and technique of a full ballet.

The response from ballet to the release of Black Swan was, by comparison, caustic. Critics saw it was portraying dancers in a negative light, as ruthless, selfish, and egotistical. Not entirely unfair claims, although I have no idea how cut-throat ballet dancers might be having spent little time with any, but it is no stretch to imagine competition in companies to be fierce. Reactions weren’t helped by the portrayl of Nina by a non-ballerina, and the dance scenes were attacked as amateurish (which, by their own definition, they obviously were) and the subsequent claims by a professional dancer to have performed some of the dance scenes only added to the controversy.

As a modern art form, ballet is distinct in the way it seems to be disdainful of publicity, and often actively hostile when it receives any. Following the reaction to Black Swan, various following articles criticised the ballet world for its insularity. These observations were not unjustified, for example, in an age where nearly anything popular to someone has an in-depth article on Wikipedia, the page on ballet, for a major form of artistic expression, is surprisingly short, and goes in to little historical or technical detail. In comparison, the page on the Basque variant of the sport pelota, hardly a pursuit with the same worldwide appeal, is over double the length. But maybe this is a positive attitude for ballet to take, and a perceptive one.

Those in ballet know it is never going to have widespread appeal today, and instead of compromise itself to the cheapening effects of mass culture in an attempt to broaden its appeal, as so many other art forms have done, it closes itself off, and retains its integrity. In refusing to debase itself to a lowest common denominator of pure entertainment value, it refuses to even engage in the arguement on the terms defined by those of mass culture, that of entertainment value itself. In this way its insularity is positive, and it can remain a pure art form. Of course, the attention ballet has received from the recent release of Black Swan will be unwelcome to many of those who wish it to remain anonymous from mass culture, and they will be hoping the momentary popularity will fade like many Hollywood-inspired fads.

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3 responses to “The Red Shoes vs Black Swan

  1. Some interesting and rare comments at the end about the insularity of the ballet world, for the sake of maintaining its own integrity in this world of mass entertainment. I have found (to my annoyance) that so many critics, ballet directors and (pro) ballet dancers themselves have taken the attitude of ‘any publicity for ballet must be good publicity’ and ‘the popularization of ballet can only serve it well’.

    Considering what popularization (actually corporatization) has done to the arts over the last few decades, I find this attitude insane! (most obvious example: mainstream rap/ hip hop which has been flipped 180 degrees by corporations from ‘outspoken street music belonging to the people’ to pure ‘corporate/ consumer friendly propaganda with a beat’).

    Ballet’s insularity is IMHO its only protection and the fact that it has remained largely untouched by the ‘dumbed down hand’ of corporations is born out of the fact that ballet consists of human bodies expressing themselves unaided, live and in real time on a stage. That’s it. No CGI, no autotune, no glossy production, edits, green screen – just artistry, passion and soul. Beyond lighting and stage sets there really is no room for technological intervention and therefore BALLET CAN’T BE FAKED OR MESSED WITH!

    However, not only did Black Swan depict a caricature of a ballet dancer/ ballet company which was offensive but it also used sophisticated CGI to splice Natalie Portman’s head/ face onto a dancing double (professional ballerina Sarah Lane). This is the dance equivalent of a bad singer being dubbed, or using autotune live onstage. While there’s nothing automatically wrong with using technology it does depend on how it’s done and what the end result is.

    In the case of Black Swan, because of technology Natalie Portman was able to ‘become a ballerina’ in the public’s eye and this illusion was helped along by the months of PR where she was described as attending a grueling schedule of private ballet classes. Beyond losing some weight and waving her arms about a bit in the film she did not actually *do* any of the dancing in the movie. (Not that there was very much dancing or that the choreography was any good either…).

    And so here we have a case of a perfect Hollywood actress – pretty (in that standardized way), wooden, obedient, gushing at award ceremonies, no radical or particularly insightful views on life etc etc – portraying that exceptional creature known as a professional ballet dancer. Although many professional dancers have pretty and photogenic faces very few would be considered acceptable by Hollywood’s standards. And so begins the slippery slope of Hollywood and technology’s assimilation of the world of ballet. The corporatization of another art form. Who knows where they will try take it given half the chance.

    Judging by the hostile reaction from so many though, perhaps it has bitten off more than it can chew. I hope so!

    Some fabulously (perhaps even shockingly) insightful Black Swan reviews.

    http://board.freedomainradio.com/forums/p/28984/222938.aspx
    and
    http://vigilantcitizen.com/moviesandtv/the-occult-interpretation-of-the-movie-black-swan-and-its-message-on-show-business/

    And one for all the Portman fans!

    http://pseudoccultmedia.blogspot.com/2009/11/natalie-portman-kabbalistic-kitten.html

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  3. Astrid Thora

    I love the red shoes! It’s such a beautiful film. Moira Shearer was such a talented dancer, her spotting is just amazing! They don’t make dancers like that today, she was really quick on her feet and so expressive. I wish dancers cared more about the artistic interpretations instead of contortionist acts.
    I can see why some think the film was cliché, but I just don’t agree with that, I think at the time it was a new idea. Also it isn’t just about ballet it’s about being obsessed with anything in art. She lives to dance and she dances to live, it is her whole being. Fairy tales aren’t as two dimensional as we think they are, there usually is a much deeper meaning to them.
    This obsession with dance to the point that is your only reason to live is the reason why Nijinsky went insane, his inability to dance crushed him so deeply he saw no reason to go on and reverted into himself.

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