Dance
Brian Seibert’s history of tap dancing has unleashed something I can only describe as a tap world pissing contest.
Introduced by gigantic moving set-pieces and robots with prison searchlights for eyes, Bolt often looks like poster art.
Sunday afternoon’s hourlong program in BB@Home series took us from the nineteenth century to this very minute.
Women still dominate the dance field as performers and choreographers.
South African choreographer Dada Masilo goes even further into the Swan Lake fantasy: here, the characters, men and women, are all swans.
Fuse dance critics pick some of the outstanding performances/events of the year.
If the creators of Flesh and Bone want to whip upanother trite soap opera, that’s their prerogative. But hush about the “realism.”
I saw the anniversary evening as being about Twyla Tharp’s perennial themes and preoccupations.
Each of the ten or so music-less sections showed us a different way of composing movement.
I missed the trademark orange Dynel wigs and the zany non sequiturs of the past, but Karen Krolak and the crew were still playing with fractured language.
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