Snapshots of American Modern Dance: Paul Taylor Dance Company
Across both evenings, dialects shifted quickly, textures changed sharply, and technique kept surfacing as a through-line.
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.
The true subject of Infinite Bodies is not technology but seeing itself. AI is not only creating art; it is learning to see
Movement is precise, the ensemble formidable. Hair lashes through the air, sound rises from the floor, drums and chanting mix with the dry friction of sand