As if all the aerial flips, free-flying leaps, and trampoline-like rebounds from the floor are not enough to captivate, a huge gold metallic fabric arranged in shimmering folds like a flowing river along the upstage border becomes the center of attention. The fabric is spread out, danced upon, gathered, and donned in all manner of ways. When a solo dancer performs a head pirouette below (and again above) its surface, the fabric’s edges are released, and the glittering prop engulfs the dancer in a centrifugal swirl. It packs a punch—but only once.
After several potential endings, a new round of physicality erupts to music with recognizable references to the affecting rhythms of the final section of Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring.” The entire group is activated—skipping forward and backward, forming concentric circles, and renewed horizontal crossings of the space. Out of the feverish chaos, clusters of dancers coalesce into human catapults that raise and launch individuals into the air. And in the final moment, a flying body is caught in the waiting arms of the group.
Koubi shared that the first order of business during a new project is for the dancers to form a connection with each other. They must learn to communicate without words because most of the dancers do not speak each other’s languages. Koubi offered, “If we can learn to dance together, perhaps we can learn to live together.” As to the effect of women’s presence in the work, I would say that they bring a physical contrast and dramatic tension to the men’s club—plus, they make it dance.
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