The performance I saw on Friday night revealed Boston Ballet’s priorities: while the dancers possess a high degree of technical skills, they have a looser notion of nuanced acting.
Marcia B. Siegel
Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker invites the audience to let go of outside distractions and meditate on our own deeper feelings.
Two autobiographies by women who had some experience in legitimate theater, but they each gave their strongest allegiance to dance, specifically one choreographer.
This mysterious dance may have no meaning at all beyond its cryptic theatricality and movement. Or it may mean a lot.
Monica Bill Barnes, a dancer-choreographer, mime, storyteller and soft satirist, has riffed in the past on the pitfalls of dancing, the vanity of performers, the absurdities of adolescence. Now she’s looking at gender displacements and assertions.
Mark Morris and Ethan Iverson chose songs from the famous album for reflection and extrapolation. What they made is an entertainment, a romp for the company’s terrific dancers.
What few signs of the rich culture embedded in Danza Orgánica’s artistic director and choreographer Marsha Parrilla’s heritage made token appearances.
I thought I’d never seen such a thrilling example of how dance and music can combine and feed each other.
Our critics pick some of the highlights of the year in dance.
Dressed in cream-colored pants, a crisp white shirt, sneakers, and big owlish spectacles with red plastic frames, Twyla Tharp played the professor in the first part of the 90-minute show.