Maybe I will connect the subjects, in the heading above, later in the week. For now, only have time to post the reviews. Last day to see the new Ratmansky is Wednesday. Be forewarned: it has a shape all its own, which revealed itself, to me, anyway, only on a second viewing. But if you know from the start that the hour-long work--in itself an odd length for a ballet, neither the usual full-length … [Read more...]
Archives for 2010
Saturday May 1
Stephen Petronio mesmerizes … [Read more...]
Critic mesmerized
I have always admired choreographer Stephen Petronio, but also have had certain reticences here and there: that the sophisticated bad-boy tone held the choreography back or that Petronio didn't take sufficient advantage of his strong musical propensities. This past Tuesday, however, I was awed: one of those happy experiences where you come out of the theater recognizing with alarm how absorbed you … [Read more...]
Sunday, April 25
Robert and Maria and Marina: what the obscure world of downtown performance art has over the tony gallery and museum scene. … [Read more...]
Move over, Marina
A good deal of experimental dance today--as in the Judson Church days--is closer to performance art. It examines its own parameters; the movement may be minimal. And yet choreographers exist in a nearly invisible parallel universe to visual artists. While choreographers and their audiences know what's happening in gallery and museum, the reverse isn't usually true--not on this side of the … [Read more...]
Sunday April 18:
Drama in dance: Faye Driscoll and Trisha Brown, apples and oranges … [Read more...]
The drama in dance: Faye Driscoll and Trisha Brown
Faye Driscoll's 837 Venice Boulevard, which premiered at Here in the South Village in late 2008, amazed me so thoroughly that it's no surprise her latest, at Dance Theater Workshop a couple of weeks ago, amazed me somewhat less. It hardly had a chance. Still, I remain impressed by how Driscoll harnesses dance and the best experimental theater's story rhythms to expose the seams between social … [Read more...]
Monday April 5:
The war of words Tharp's Come Fly Away has ignited. … [Read more...]
Twyla Tharp’s “Come Fly Away”: subterranean homesick blues
So, unlike Movin' Out, which was almost unanimously hailed (though not by me) or the Dylan dancical, which nearly everyone despised (including me), Tharp's third foray on Broadway in the last ten years, Come Fly Away--to a Sinatra medley, with the man singing, inimitably, from the grave and the orchestra live--has divided critics so drastically that the New York Times staged a contretemps between … [Read more...]
Friday, March 19
thick description … [Read more...]