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La danseuse (Entr’acte, 1924)

Entr’acte. An “instantaneous” film. Rolf de Maré’s Ballets Suédois have just produced the film Entr’acte which will be screened during the ballet Relâche by Francis Picabia, music by Erik Satie and choreography by Jean Börlin, at the Théâtre des Champs-Elysées. The script of the film is by Francis Picabia, the technical production of René Clair. The performance brings together the names of Jean Börlin and Inge Frïss from the Swedish Ballets, Marcel Duchamp and Man-Ray. Le Théâtre et Comœdia illustré, November 1924.
Entr’acte. Un film “instantanéiste”. Les Ballets Suédois de Rolf de Maré viennent de produire un film Entr’acte qui sera projeté au cours du ballet Relâche de Francis Picabia, musique d’Erik Satie et chorégraphie de Jean Börlin, au Théâtre des Champs-Elysées. Le scénario du film est de Francis Picabia, la réalisation technique de René Clair. L’interprétation réunit les noms de Jean Börlin et de Inge Frïss des Ballets Suédois, de Marcel Duchamp, Man-Ray. Le Théâtre et Comœdia illustré, Nov. 1924. | src BnF ~ Gallica
La danseuse (Entr’acte), René Clair, 1924. | src Centre Pompidou – Musée national d’art moderne – RMN

Emmy Hennings with Dada-doll, 1917.

Photo from Hans Richter, Dada and Anti-Art, (Thames and Hudson, 1965)

Emmy Hennings (1885-1948) was a performer and poet, and wife of the Dadaist Hugo Ball. Despite her critical role in the founding of the Cabaret Voltaire which launched the Dada movement, and her centrality in its performances (particularly as its only female member), it is difficult to locate information on her that does not correspond directly to her relationship with Ball.

Thomas F. Rugh describes her as “a primary contributor to the sensual display of bombast at the cabaret”, personifying the spirit of the Dada movement with which she was so intimately involved as “impulsive, enigmatic, creative, and at odds with her materialistic culture”.

The Zürcher Post wrote of her on 7 May, 1916: “The star of the cabaret however, is Mrs. Emmy Hennings. The star of who knows how many nights and poems. Just as she stood before the billowing yellow curtain of a Berlin cabaret, her arms rounded up over her hips, rich like a blooming bush, so today she is lending her body with an ever-brave front to the same songs, that body of hers which has since been ravaged but little by pain”.

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