Cunningham

Even decades since creation, Cunningham's choreography still stuns... Stripped away from convention and without explanation, it flies, but stuck inside tired modes of storytelling, it only stumbles.

If Kovgan's sharp restagings in subway tunnels and spartan woods are inventive, so too is her handling of archive footage, her subject found in motion inset on screen alongside scribbled notes, as if alive inside a scrapbook.

[A] delightful - if occasionally baffling - portrait of one of the most revolutionary creative artists of the 20th century.

Worthwhile, even if the dance sequences are lost in the editing.

The film is, I think, just as Cunningham would have wanted it: cerebral, highbrow and mildly frustrating, with nothing so conventional as talking heads or context.

The revolutionary visuals find endless ways to honour the mind of an innovator - but simultaneously risk an overwhelm of aesthetic information, rather than a lucid insight into the anatomy of contemporary dance.

One of the most riveting documentaries I saw in 2019, Cunningham tells the immersive story of Merce Cunningham.

Cunningham is maybe one for the fans only, but I was pretty engrossed for most of it.

While the lack of context is irksome (there are no mentions of Balanchine, Martha Graham or Twyla Tharp), the film also works as a portrait of two unique personalities. [Full review in Spanish]

A hypnotic view of the fabled gay star dancer/teacher Merce Cunningham's choreography.