I'm all for letting audiences think for themself. There's an important difference, however, between letting audience members think for themselves and leaving them in the dark. That's how I felt at this performance, and I'm pretty sure that's also how the two women in the row behind me felt as they left before the end of the show.
Don't get me wrong - I enjoyed a lot about the show, and not just the fact that I got to take my mom. The
company dancers are exquisitely trained and delightfully expressive. The choreography (all by Mr. Taylor) is thoughtful and well crafted. This show was just not audience friendly, and definitely not the right show to present in the dance hinterlands of
Richardson, Texas.
I for one would have found much benefit in knowing when each piece was created. There were four pieces on the program, and they seemed to have been created at different points in Mr. Taylor's career.
Profiles, a piece with two couples dancing like they stepped out of a Grecian frieze, felt like it came from further back in time, while
Syzygy, for twelve dancers and a soloist, felt recent.
Banquet of Vultures was clearly anti-war, but which war? And whom did the suits represent?
Troilus and Cressida (reduced) was easily the most likeable, with its bumbling heroine and hero and gold-wigged, tripartite Cupid, and could have come from any time.
Profiles,
Banquet of Vultures, and
Syzygy all used music that could be considered non-Classical, either because of amorphous rhythms, discordant themes, or the non-natural sounds wrenched from instruments. (All of the music was taped.) Any one of these pieces would have been fine on the program by itself, but together they created a desert for those of us who enjoy watching dance set to a nice melody. I'm not suggesting that Mr. Taylor pander to audiences by only choreographing to Bach and Handel. But his biography makes a point of how he has found synergy with such composers, so it shouldn't be too onerous to include more of that sort of music in any given program. We're not in New York any more, Toto, and the audiences aren't as experienced.
Kvetching aside, here are a few higlights. An effective device in
Profiles was having the dancers fold their fingers into their palms, so that their hands appeared stubby and their lines clipped. It also made it particularly poignant when, at the end, one of the dancers reached out to another and unfolded her fingers as the very last movement of the dance.
Banquet of Vultures was so dark and obscure that I didn't realize there were two men in suits until the bows. It was powerful, though, and I couldn't help but feel anguish for Julie Tice as the soldier killed by Michael Trusnovec, the man in the suit. And how fun (and cathartic) for Julie Tice, Parisa Khobdeh, and Eran Bugge to wear little wings and curly gold wigs as Cupid. Lisa Viola was charming and hilarious as Cressida, and she was bright and adroit as the lead in
Syzygy.
For the record, here are the actual dates for these pieces: Profiles - 1979; Troilus and Cressida (reduced) - 2006; Banquet of Vultures - 2005; Syzygy - 1987.