Jerome Robbins makes me think about how nonverbal characters can inhabit their times.
Choreographer Paul Taylor leaves a repertory that sprawled from the outrageous to the sublime.
Nicholas Van Young supplied an astounding display of virtuosity that seemed to amaze even the dancer himself.
An elegy to youth and the transgressions of reckless behaviors, Them celebrates sex as a wild and raw imperative.
Pepperland serves up the expected tie-dye nostalgia, keyed to a half-dozen Beatle tunes from the classic album.
Could it be that choreographer Wayne McGregor choked in the face of the Rite of Spring challenge?
La Sylphide is full of magic. It might be about magic.
Going beyond the reasonable concept, there was the New York Theatre Ballet’s performance.
Sleeping Beauty needs not only to thrill us but to carry us somewhere back into its own history.
Despite its grand intentions, Atomos is essentially an abstract work that springs from Wayne McGregor’s obvious passion for full-throttle movement.