Resolution 26: Antonello Sangirardi, Host Bodies, AmyFoskettDance
It was a loud night. Not in decibels, but in the way each of the three short works occupied the act of looking.
It was a loud night. Not in decibels, but in the way each of the three short works occupied the act of looking.
Nuñez’s Giselle looks unusually light within this world. Her peasant dancing is clean and loose, its ease producing flow rather than force
Across both evenings, dialects shifted quickly, textures changed sharply, and technique kept surfacing as a through-line.
The dancers are committed and the themes are ambitious. What I miss is not effort, but clarity.
All three pieces show performers with ability and intent, but none of them offers a thread I can follow.
Even the afterlife offers no freedom, only a different choreography of obedience. In this Giselle, death is not release. It is relocation.
“…Resists easy categorisation. Neither performance nor talk, it functions as a self-portrait in transition, part experiment, part public reckoning.”
The ambitions of the creative team are unmistakable, and the sparks within these fragments may yet find a more cohesive form.
At the curtain call, the audience greets Sir Peter Wright, his 99th birthday days away. Fiction and reality touch lightly. The ballet’s tradition no longer distant.
High-tech projectors pulse like a digital nervous system. This is choreographer Wayne McGregor’s rabbit hole, his twenty-first-century Alice in Wonderland.
The programme promises ‘dance theatre.’ What unfolds is closer to an ecological fever dream.