The subjects of Crazy Horse are drop-dead gorgeous, and have their nude bodies caressed by the camera for much of the 134-minute running time. But since this is director Frederick Wisemans latest documentary, its not done in a leering or misogynistic way. Rather, its another chronicle of the inner workings of a fabled institution. This time, it just happens to be the famous Parisian dance revue thats done brisk business for 60 years.
Wisemans 2009 film, La Danse: The Paris Opera Ballet, astutely examined how the Paris Ballet is run. Even though he trades high for low culture, Crazy Horse is of a piece with his other films, which display a singular rigor and discipline, whether were watching the boxing gyms, race tracks, or high schools hes captured on film in his 39 documentaries since 1967s breakthrough Titicut Follies.
The star of Crazy Horse is Philippe Decouflé, director of the cabarets latest revue, Désir. In addition to showing him rehearsing the dancers, hes also seen in several meetings, where he reveals his frustration with the clubs management, which balks at allowing him more time to perfect his new show. Ideally, hed like to shut down the house for a week to make the necessary adjustments and improvements. (This suggestion isnt feasible for a business that needs its customers to pack the house every night.)
The artistry of the performers is superbly showcased through Decouflés quasi-erotic choreography and Wisemans fluid camerawork, which intimately captures the dancers aesthetic beauty. Even with its ample female nuditythe dancers curvy, toned figures are central to the movie, naturallyCrazy Horse is more than a mere voyeuristic look at naked women but the
raincoat crowd (if there still is such a thing in this age of Internet porn) will still enjoy it immensely.
Even though the dancers are seen backstageat one point, they have a blast watching videos of Russian ballet bloopersits too bad that Wiseman doesnt individualize any of them. A group of gorgeous, talented, and hard-working women, we meet everyone but learn about no one. They are simply cogs in the giant machine that makes Crazy Horse so spectacularly successful.
That flaw aside, Wisemans an unimpeachable master of the offhand insight, like a seemingly uneventful shot of the cabarets façade during the day: its small, unimposing storefront hides the eventful busyness going on inside. The director also shrewdly bookends his film with an anonymous pair of hands forming hand shadow puppets on a wall, which reiterates that the onstage entertainment is the ultimate in illusion, even as the daily drudgery and effort that goes into its creation is anything but.