[The] evocative dim lighting [of Buglisi’s Requiem], now glowing, now ashen, reveals five women draped in baroque swaths of gleaming fabric tinted bronze, gold, cream, and dried-blood burgundy. Their dance-nothing more than sculptural postures and gestures, simple runs and collapses-turns them into anguished victims, stricken corpses, souls rising to heaven, heroic monuments. Throughout, cloth seems as sensuous and vulnerable as flesh. Village Voice 03/12/03