The rapturous reaction to Boston Ballet’s performance on Sunday afternoon demonstrated that this kind of work can still move an audience.
Marcia B. Siegel
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.
Fuse dance critics pick some of the outstanding performances/events of the year.
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.
My overall impression of the ballet was of earnest pretension.
Doug Varone’s strong sense of design, color, and music lends depth and a certain mystery to his dances.