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Men in Dance 2019 Adjudicated Choreographers Showcase

By Sharon Cumberland

Velocity Founders Theater
October 4, 2019
See review in Seattle Gay News

            Men In Dance is an organization that encourages men and boys to dance without fear of ridicule or discouragement. They’ve been so successful—and the prospects for men in professional dance have improved so much—that Against the Grain/Men in Dance actually removed the words “Against the Grain” from the name of their organization. As they say on their website: “When this organization was founded (in 1994) we sincerely felt that pursuing a career in dance was a major uphill battle for a man. That is not true in the same way today, though there are still far fewer men in the dance field as a whole.”

            But whoa, back! Maybe MID spoke too soon. On August 26, 2019, Lara Spencer, a host on Good Morning America, openly ridiculed six-year-old Prince George of England for loving his ballet class. She encouraged the audience to laugh along as she reported that “Prince William says George absolutely loves ballet. I have news for you, Prince William—we’ll see how long that lasts!” The reaction from the dance world to this insult was swift and sharp—numerous messages from famous dancers and choreographers appeared on social media scolding her for being so backward, and reminding her of the great male dancers who defied attitudes like hers to have careers in dance. George Balanchine, Arthur Mitchell, Mark Morris, Alvin Ailey, Fred Astaire, Bob Fosse, Justin Peck, Paul Taylor, Gregory Hines, Michael Bennett, Ulysses Dove, Tommy Tune—the list goes on and on. Even Gene Kelly’s widow chimed in, saying “Gene would be devastated to know that 61 years after his ground-breaking work, the issue of boys and men dancing is still the subject of ridicule—and on a national network.” Male dancers and their female supporters from all over the city gathered in front of Good Morning America’s studios in Times Square to protest Spencer’s ignorant comments by conducting a free dance class for boys and girls

            Despite Spencer’s apologies and efforts to backtrack on her foolish and harmful comments, the pushback against this prejudice against men and boys dancing—and against all gendered categories of work—continues to grow. Speaking as a girl who was told in the 4th grade that I couldn’t be an engineer because, in spite of high test scores in mechanical ability, I was a girl (this was in 1960), I despise the casual, withering attitudes that condemn children to gender stereotypes, and bully them if they don’t conform. Sorry, Lara Spencer—apologies may save your career, but you will be forever remembered as the troglodyte who made fun of a young boy for loving his dance class.

            All the more reason to be grateful to Men In Dance (apparently still against the grain) for their brilliant encouragement of men and boys who want to enter the creative field of dance and choreography. For the third year in a row Men In Dance have offered young choreographers an opportunity to produce new dances and to hear experienced choreographers and dance professors evaluate their work in front of the audience. It’s a triple-win situation for everyone. The choreographers get to show their work, the dancers get to have a dances made on their bodies, and the audience gets to hear how professionals critique and encourage new dance makers.

            I was only able to attend the first showcase, but the quality of dance was such that I wish I could have gone to them all. This year’s opening showcase consisted of five works by two women and three men, and was performed, of course, by an all-male-identifying troupe of excellent dancers. In the order of performance, here’s what happened at Velocity Founder’s Theater—a wonderfully intimate venue where dance lovers can see works “up close and personal”:

“This Is the Reactability of the Appetizer”
Choreographer: Beth Terwilliger
Dancers: Corbin Hall, Maeve Haselton, Robert Moore, Thomas Phelan
Music: Bryce Dessner + Kronos Quartet

            Four dancers appear in white pants, red socks and bare chests except for black tape that encircles their breasts. One dancer with long hair stands upstage left and executes robot movements to the percussive, aggressive sounds of mechanical music, while two other dancers enter and to more lyrical music, perform a soft, elegant dance, followed by a man who dances to a cello solo and seems to humanize the robot in the background. The dance moves are highly contrasted between the mechanical and the humane, as is the narrative, which seems to be about being human in an atmosphere that militates against the full expression of higher life and feelings.

            All of which seems to have little to do with the program notes, in which Terwilliger explains her dance as inspired by early motherhood, and her desire to support her children for “who they are and not who society expects them to be.” I wish the title of the dance helped us out a bit, but so what? It was a fascinating dance, full of interesting duets (a smaller person supporting a much larger partner on their shoulders), solos (one dancer jogging up and down while another performs an impressive string of pirouettes across the back of the stage), and a very exciting unison dance at the end, involving a wide range of ballet, modern, and karate moves. I thought the soundscape was very compelling.

“…But My Soul Drew Back”
Choreographer: Joel Hathaway
Dancers: Joel Hathaway, Chauncey Parsons
Music: Partita for Eight Singers: No. 3 Courante by Roomful of Teeth

Music: Partita for Eight Singers: No. 3 Courante by Roomful of Teeth

                        Hathaway is an experienced dancer and choreographer who originated this work for the men of the Milwaukee Ballet II—six dancers—and pared it down to two dancers for MID. I would have like to see the six-man group, because what we saw in Seattle was so perfectly calibrated for two men who moved through a wide range of emotional expressions that it’s hard to imagine it for a larger corps. (There is a video on FB but it wouldn’t open for me). The music was closely harmonized and hymn-like as the pair danced in mirror images. Was it one person studying himself, or a pair studying each other? The dancing was very impressive, varied, and skilled as the two personas moved through images of joy, anguish, rejection, and reconciliation. The soundscape turns harsh at the end, though, as one figure mimes the theft of the heart (or soul) of the other—an ambiguous and unexpected note that left this viewer curious. I guess it was the soul drawing back—but the one thing you don’t want to do with an abstract form like dance is to impose a too literal story on it. The left brain is always seeking a narrative, but the right brain is OK with images—and this dance ended on a very powerful image.

“he kept him”
Choreographer: Elise Meiners Schwicht
Dancers: Elijah Kirk, Robert Moore, Jordan Rohrs, Ben Swenson, Alex Ung
Music: Max Eastley, Steve Beresford, Paul Burwell, John Tavener, David Toop

            This dance had the largest group of dancers to convey its meaning, inspired, as Schwicht wrote in her program notes, by the concept expressed in Deuteronomy 32 (“he kept him as the apple of his eye”) of being a reflection in the eye of the beloved, or the “little man of the eye”. How this plays out in the dance—which was more like pantomime—was varied and complex, with men crawling scratching, running in place, gesturing in large ambiguous motions, and finally coming together in a unison dance in which they link elbows and flow together like a bird’s wing or ripple of water. That was my favorite part and I wish it had lasted longer. This was a dance that any healthy person (who can count) could do—my note to myself is that there wasn’t much dance in it, even though Schwicht had the largest dance forces. Her ending sequence was so beautiful that I hope in the future she will use more of that aspect of her choreographic gift, to have dancers actually dance together.

“BOYDMGD”
Choreographer: Nashon Mardon
Dance/performance Artist, Dustin Durham
Composer/Producer: Max Rico

            This dance was the hit of the evening because it contained a real show-stopper of a number. Two handsome fellows in stripped shorts and cut-off tee shirts have a vamping competition that takes various forms through out the sequences—bobbing up and down, shoving each other around, turning on each other, ignoring each other. But when they get together and put on a show—with sassy posing, splits, lifts, and gymnastics—the audience went wild, just as we were meant to do. Mardon has something interesting to say about cooperation, and he says it very clearly. The final sequence of this delightful dance has the two men moving side-by-side in unison—not really together, but in a unity— as if to demonstrate that what happens together happens to the group, whereas what happens solo just happens to me. It seems obvious, but this dance made me consider the distinction in a way I hadn’t considered before—or at least didn’t seem as relevant as it does now in our current political universe. You don’t have to like each other to get along. You can cooperate. Mardon should take this dance to the other Washington and do it for Congress.

“The Unnatural Pattern”
Choreographer: Daniel Ojeda
Dancers: Evan Stevens, Antonio CarnelEthan Schweitzer-Gaslin,
Music: Louis Cole, Johnny Greenwood, Ken Griffin

            The final dance of the evening was by Daniel Ojeda, a very experienced choreographer who has worked with Ballet Idaho extensively, among other companies. He explains in the program notes that an unnatural pattern in mathematics is a statistical distribution that indicates “the presence of outside disturbances affecting a process.” What this looks like in dance is men who are blinded by light, whose tee shirts are pulled over their heads, who are regimented like machines, and whose relationships are uprooted by the third person—the unnatural pattern. Though this fragmented description makes it sound like a fragmented dance, it wasn’t. It was a real dance rather than a pantomime—the dancers were very skilled, the dance vocabulary was complex, the movement was powerful. Ojeda is clearly a choreographer to watch, and I’m very glad he had this opportunity to make a dance in Seattle.

            All together, the first evening of the 2019 Adjudicated Choreographers Showcase was a huge success, as the full house audience demonstrated with their cheers of approval. I stayed for the adjudications, and was fascinated to hear the technical comments of the professional dance teachers who offered advice. Their focus was on the micro level (distance between dancers that describe the spaces; duration of poses and clarity of gestures; relationship of music to narrative, etc.) My focus is on the macro level—why are there so many dances to soundscapes and so few dances to composed music (there were none in this showcase); why is there so much gestural pantomime and less use of dancers to form larger patterns; why so much narrative and so little lyric dancing? These seem to be generational questions—I know I’m an older viewer coming from more traditional dance scenes. Even my favorite choreographers—Balanchine, Mark Morris, Crystal Pite—must seem older to these young choreographers.

            What a privilege to see young dance-makers emerge, and what a service to art Men in Dance provides by encouraging men and boys to follow their bliss and engage in dancing. Boo on Lara Spencer and all her ilk whose inclination is to make fun of people who defy gender stereotypes in order to do what their spirits tell them. Yay for Prince William who told some young street dancers that  “If it’s something you love, do what you love—don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.” Those are wise words for all young people, and especially for boys who want to dance (and girls who want to be engineers).

Compagnie Käfig: “Pixel”

By Sharon Cumberland

Meany Center for the Performing Arts

Compagnie Käfig: “Pixel”

George Meany Hall, University of Washington

November 18, 2018

Reviewed by Sharon Cumberland                          

“Pixel” (2014)

Choreography: Mourad Merzouki

Digital production: Adrien Mondot and Claire Berdainne

Music Design: Armand Amar

See review in Seattle Gay News


            The audience at Many Hall went crazy for Compagnie Käfig, a Franco-Brazillian hip-hop dance group. In a 70 minute program entitled “Pixel” the eleven member troupe treated the audience to a full demonstration of the hip-hop dance vocabulary, plus some circus-style acts including an in-line skater, a contortionist, and an expert on the Cyr Wheel—a super-sized hula hoop that a person uses as if their body were the spokes of a giant bicycle wheel. The most fascinating element in the program for me was the interactive videos that contextualized the dancer’s movements. The effect was so mysterious that as I left the theater I heard people wondering if the sheets of light that flew and scattered through out the dances were projections, props, or some kind of electronic setting. Were the dancers really pushing through curtains of light “pixels” or were they miming to a pre-programed pattern? I still don’t know—but the effect was intriguing to watch and impossible to describe.

            It was good that Compagnie Käfig had a brilliant visual dimension because the rest of the program was fairly conventional. The hip-hop repertoire in general is very limited compared to most contemporary dance forms. After you’ve been wowed by the startling spins and movements developed in variations on popping, locking, and break dancing there’s not much more there. While it’s great to see a dancer spinning around on the top of his head, or standing on one arm while twisting his legs into a pretzel, how many times can you see that in one performance without wondering what it actually means? Most forms of choreography are arrangements of people in patterns in order to convey feelings (in abstract dance) or stories (in narrative dance). Hip-hop conveys strong feelings—amazement, excitement, machismo, competitiveness—but lacks both range and nuance. There have been many efforts to give hip-hop a wider audience through more conventional genres in order to reach a wider audience—the Broadway musical Hamilton is the most successful—but a little hip-hop goes a long way. For me, it didn’t quite go the 70 minutes.

            Don’t get me wrong—I love this approach to art: if you don’t like what’s on offer, or if you don’t have access to the artsy-fartsy world (to use a refined expression), then you make up your own dances or music or paintings. Hip-hop is a street invention that has been the staple of generations of people who either had no access or had no interest in older traditions and so made up their own. I’ll never forget the first time I saw someone do the turtle on a collapsed cardboard box on a back street in Brooklyn—I didn’t believe what I was seeing was humanly possible until I actually saw it. And how many of you readers remember the first time you saw Michael Jackson do the moonwalk? Magical, astonishing, unforgettable—it triggers a whole range of excitement. But after excitement, what is there? Compagnie Käfig did the whole thing really well, and my guess is that the average attendee at Meany Hall hadn’t seen these amazing moves before, and so were thrilled and delighted. (They are also one of the most warm and welcoming audiences in the Seattle arts world).

            Compagnie Käfig’s introduction of circus movement was also an interesting effort to introduce variation into the essential sameness of the dances. The spinning of the Cyr wheel emulates and develops the downrock moves of breakdancing by setting up a parallel universe of spinning. The female contortionist—though repetitive in her one skill of bending backwards and walking like a crab—paralleled the freeze-frame attitudinal posing of hip hop dance-offs. But the problem of complexity—of expressing the emotional range of human feeling, and of constructing nuanced gestures that communicate those feelings—has not yet been solved by this form of dance. Hip hop choreographers may have no interest in solving it, but until they do, or until they find a way of appropriating movements that go beyond individual showing off—it will be less interesting than the best of ballet and contemporary dance.

            I applaud Mourad Merzouki and especially Adrien M/Claire B for their innovations, and hope that they will go even further in the direction of finding “the new” in street dancing. But it’s the choreography that needs to develop—not just the arts that surround the choreography. The dancers themselves were amazing, but they executed a predictable set of movements in an excellent way. They weren’t able to tell us anything new about the human condition or lift the veil and show us the sublime—things that the best choreographers achieve because of their inventive use of large and highly developed dance vocabularies.

            It’s the job of Meany Center for the Arts to bring us everything that’s happening in dance—and they do a great job. I’m glad they brought Compagnie Käfig to Seattle and I hope they continue to search for the best companies in every dance form. I also hope that there’s some hip-hop dance troupe out there that’s figuring out how to extend the range of the form beyond the spectacular.

Whim W’Him Seattle Contemporary Dance “3 x 3”

By Sharon Cumberland

Whim W’Him Seattle Contemporary Dance

“3 x 3”

Yin Yue, Zoe Schofield, Olivier Wevers, choreographers

Cornish Playhouse

January 18, 2019

Review by Sharon Cumberland               

See Review on Seattle Gay News


            Whim W’Him Seattle Contemporary Dance is distinctive in its commitment to the commissioning and performance of new works in all of its programs. Founder-choreographer Olivier Wevers creates more opportunities for emerging and experienced dance-makers than any other company in Seattle—or probably in the in the nation. While many companies will present an evening of commissioned works in a season of revivals and classics, Whim W’Him presents only new works in all of its annual programs. This extraordinary commitment to the creativity of artists—both dancers and dance-makers—is like a fertile field with a varied and fascinating array of crops. The company is small—seven talented dancers who work together for an impressive thirty-five weeks a year, many of whom have worked with each other over the ten years of the company’s existence. Compared to companies that create works for larger forces, Whim W’Him’s size is ideal for the demands of a dozen or so new works per year.

            The first program every season is the Choreographic Shindig, which invites as many as eight emerging choreographers—chosen by the dancers themselves—to create new works. The second program is generally given over to more established choreographers as Whim W’Him’s reputation and resources increase with each passing year. The third event is generally a full length work by Olivier Wevers, involving other artists, such as the Skyros Quartet and The Esoterics choral group in his wonderful setting of the poems of Cavafy in last year’s “Approaching Ecstasy,” or in the upcoming “Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater” in conjunction with Early Music Seattle. The current “3 x 3” showcases two very celebrated choreographers—Yin Yue  from China and NYC, and Seattle’s own Zoe Scofield—as well as Olivier Wevers, whose choreographic duties this year, including “Pergolesi’s Stabat Mater” and the full-length “The Little Prince” this coming June, seems to mark a new level of creative output. Here are the “3 x 3” dances in the order they were performed:

“The Most Elusive Hold” (New Creation)

Choreography: Yin Yue

            I’ve never seen a work by Yin Yue before, but I’ll be on the lookout for her in the future after seeing this terrific dance. The work is clean, geometric, exciting, and  complex. Five dancers in street clothes move to a variety of pulsing sounds by Emptyset, Shifted, Machinefabriek and others, creating an endless kaleidoscope of movement while somehow preserving the individual containment of each dancer. I was reminded of DaVinci’s Vitruvian Man—that double image of a nude with arms outstretched within a square embedded in a circle—showing the perfection of human proportions while forever encasing the individual in a perfect sphere. No matter how much the dancers combined and re-combined themselves, or flung out their arms, legs, toes, it was as if they were moving within individual spheres as a kind of hyper-individualism. I must say that this was my favorite dance of the evening—I could have watched it repeatedly and never unpacked the intricacy of its combinations, or tired of watching the dancers describe their Vetruvian circles of light.

 “This mountain” (New Creation)

Choreography: Zoe Scofield

                        I last saw Zoe Scofield’s work as part of zoe | juniper’s “Clear and Sweet” at On the Boards in 2016, a memorable work inspired by Sacred Harp singing—that strange tradition of Christian hymnody in which singers “shout” the hymns to fasola tunes. It was an unforgettable event, uniting dance and mystery with this weird old American hymn tradition. Scofield revisits the tradition in “This mountain” (“mountain” is not capitalized) by mixing the hymns with snatches of Bach’s Goldberg Variations as seven dancers emerge from behind a black partition as if dazzled by some entity situated behind the audience. They are dressed in what could be described as “praise costumes”—white garments that conjure up a choir or a group baptism. The dancers approach the mystery, tumbling the front row backwards in an endless regression before breaking into various configurations that range from folk movement to the dance equivalent of speaking in tongues. One of the most striking images was a rectangle of bright light that lay like a carpet on the stage, beckoning each dancer to enter the light as the others stood back and watched in fascination. The tension between the dark scrims and the carpet of light created a universe of exploration without a sense of threat. I love Scofield’s willingness to probe the mysteries of faith without apology—especially in an historical moment when the dire effects of immoral power are threatening our country and the world.

“Trail of Soles” (New Creation)

Choreography: Olivier Wevers

            Continuing in that moral vein is Wevers’ new work in which the dance space is defined by empty shoes arranged in various patterns. In his program notes Wevers references the “65 million refugees worldwide” who “have been forcibly compelled to leave their home to escape famine, climate change, war, and persecution.” The seven dancers whose anguished, intense movements convey these losses move the shoes into new paths and shapes as the dilemma of homelessness unfolds. Shoes are the perfect, simple metaphor for both home (the shoes parked under the bed, the shoes in the closet, the shoes waiting by the door) and for the unanchored wandering of the desperate refugee (the sore feet, the worn-out soles, the endless journey, the suffering souls). Wevers’ choreographic gift is narrative in character: he is a dance-maker who uses familiar objects to tell stories, whether through images of devils, silent film stars, umbrellas and bowler hats, or shoes. Like a good poet, he calls upon our associations with concrete items to supply hints about the meaning of dance structures that might otherwise remain abstract. I love abstraction in dance, such as Yin Yue’s offering of pure movement onto which I can formulate my own ideas about containment and proportion. But I also love the more literal revelations into the artists’ minds, especially when they address the major concerns of the audience and times. Wevers’ powerful moral voice empowers choreography to grapple with the war between injustice and hope. As he pointed out in a post-performance discussion, the selection of choreographers for a program such as this one is governed not only by talent—and he can have his pick, since what choreographer would turn down an opportunity to make a new dance with such marvelous resources?—but also by a certain sensibility. He didn’t define that sensibility, but I think that I can: it’s an aura of realistic optimism, in which hope for humanity trumps injustice.

            There’s still time to see Whim W’Him’s “3 x 3” at Cornish Playhouse through January 26, 2019.

2018 MEN IN DANCE FESTIVAL

By Sharon Cumberland

Men in Dance/ Against the Grain
2018 Festival: Second Program
Broadway Performance Hall
Seattle Central Community College
October 5, 2018

Reviewed by: Sharon Cumberland

See Review in Seattle Gay News


            Once again the bi-annual Men in Dance Festival brought a wonderful group of established and emerging choreographers to create works for men only—though the works  I saw in Program 2 were created by highly experienced, prize-winning dance-makers who have their own companies, teach in colleges and universities, and create new dances for companies around the world.  It seems that with every passing year the Dance Festival becomes more polished and consistent in its quality of new creations. I wish I could have seen both programs in this year’s festival, but was lucky enough to see the program that focused on solo dances and small groups. I am impressed by the excellence achieved by all eight of the choreographers whose works were performed, and the brilliance of the dancers, whose variety of styles, body types, and movement made for a fascinating show. My dance buddy for the evening, who had had never seen modern dance choreography before, was suitably astonished. This is my fourth Men in Dance Festival so I wasn’t surprised—simply delighted. Here’s a rundown of the program, and the edgy, weird, original, surprising, and intriguing works presented.

“Trio SML” by Gérard Théoret

            After this dance I turned to my buddy and said “If all the dances are this good, we’re in for a great evening!” It was the perfect opener—upbeat, funny, and perfectly executed by Kince De Vera, Geoffrey Johnson, and Chris McCallister. They were the three bears of dancers—large, medium, and small—moving through witty choreography in flawless unison. The dance exploited their differences with lifts and twists that showcased each dancer’s strengths while transforming oddballs into harmony. Théoret, one of the founding members of Men in Dance, could teach our divided nation something about the glories of diversity.

“Bodhicitta” by Alvin Rangel

            This was the first—and most impressive—of the three solo dances of the evening. Rangel performed his own creation in which a man enacts what appears to be the history of his tribe in movements at once passionate and epic. I didn’t read the program note about “a warrior striving to achieve spiritual transcendence,” but the dance, for me, surpassed the stated intention, taking on a universal quality that moved beyond the individual. Rangel’s  primal movement and gestures told a very clear and compelling story.

“2 Skim with Azrael” by Sam Picart

            Elijah Kirk and choreographer Sam Picart performed this duo about organization men going berserk. They took turns expressing a fabulous vocabulary of gestures. I have never seen locking like the movement in this dance—the animation of every individual joint and limb in ways that seemed impossible. I was truly agog. The narrative flowed through the bodies of each dancer like a liquid language, expressing grief, longing, journeying, fleeing, finding, rescuing. I have no idea what the title means—but if I had to give it a title I’d call it something like “Human Extremes”—in feeling, and in movement. This one was my dance buddy’s favorite—she is a person of color who knows street dancing, and was very impressed with what a fertile mind could do with familiar patterns.

“I Am You, Fully and Truly” by Alex Ketley

            The first half of the program ended with a quartet of dancers moving in what seemed like pantomime rather than dance, to a soundscape of wind or the steady hum of a machine. The ambiguity of sound enhanced the ambiguity of introspective movement, almost as though the men were engaged in interpretive dance—the freedom of spontaneous movement to express feelings. This opening stage resolved into a kind of ecstatic dance, like saints having visions of God. The invention of movement—double pliés, horizontal lifts, balances, a beautiful gesture of couples facing each other with arms  extended over each other’s shoulders—gave a sense deep complexity beneath a surface of spontaneity. This work was commissioned—a very special opportunity and vote of confidence for any choreographer—and well deserved, as this dance demonstrates.

“Limeless” by  Autumn Eckman

            The second half of the program opened with the first of two dances choreographed by women—Men in Dance has always encouraged women choreographers to make dances for guys. This was the second solo of the evening, in which a very brawny fellow in shorts and suspenders is being tempted, led, or confined by a series of colored tapes spread out on the floor. It was powerfully performed by Benjamin Wardell in a series of movements that veered between casual strolling to gravity-defying balances, weaving a tale about life, opportunity, interest, and disinterest. Eckman achieved a work that is somewhat weird and somewhat charming, that strikes a successful balance between intensity and nonchalance.

 “only he might know?” by Joseph “Jo” Blake

            The third solo of the evening was a very personal, very moving commentary on the dilemma of men who are trapped in the macho universe of physical performance. Sean O’Bryan danced Blake’s passionate movements in what appeared to be a gym from which he could not escape. In my notes I wrote “the torment of sports”—because the culture of masculine performance—not only in the gym but on the playing fields of the worl—is so pervasive that it’s easy to forget the price men have to pay for it. This dance was difficult to watch because it was so personal, and so painful.

“Umbilic” by Jared Doster

            So it was a relief to see choreographer Jared Doster and dancer Wesley Cordova roll a big, circular ball of metal onto the stage—a cage? a giant hula hoop welded to other giant hula hoops?—and proceed to do a dramatic array of movements inside and outside of it. This dance had the WOW! factor of Pilobolus (with whom Doster toured for five years) and the braininess of a big metal metaphor of entrapment, escape, independence, and interdependence. I could have watched these guys all day—heck, I wanted to climb onto the stage and roll around in the big thing myself. It was deceptively fun/simple looking—but devilishly difficult to rock, roll, swing, and twirl. I loved it.

“Noise at the Door (2018) excerpt” by Deborah Wolf

            The program ended with the largest ensemble of the evening—seven men who moved together in groups, squares, lines, and even a gaggle of eye-rolling, synonym-spouting protesters against an inane and unseen narrator who can’t spit out a complete sentence. I loved the use Deborah Wolf made of language as a motivation for movement, and the use of dance to challenge meaninglessness. It was also a great pleasure to see so many men dancing together—an answer to the conventional world of dance that has accustomed us to expecting to see women dancing together and men standing ready to partner and lift. Modern dance has been better at giving men a voice, but dances such as this one really show the audience what men in dance looks like.

            I left the Broadway Performance Hall with a strong reminder that if you want more men to become dancers, you need to change choreography. It’s the obvious point of the Men in Dance Festival, but one that needs to stated clearly. Both ballet and modern dance have been strongly woman-centric since their inceptions—not that women have always benefitted, as the current scandal at the New York City Ballet demonstrates. Equalizing the ownership of dance can only benefit everyone. and the Men in Dance Festival is in the forefront of innovation and re-imagination in the world of dance. What a wonderful and important addition to the dance world!

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