The chamber-sized New York Theatre Ballet is determined not to let the genius of Antony Tudor disappear from view. . . .Tudor is neglected because he doesn’t suit the dominant taste of our time, for grand-scale extravaganza, which degenerates all too easily into flash and trash. Having wrested a uniquely expressive language from ballet’s traditional abstract vocabulary, he offers instead a piercing view of human psychology and a profound sympathy for the workings of the more-often-than-not defeated heart. Village Voice 05/28/03