Prieto then served up José Pablo Moncayo’s 1941 classic, the nine-minute “Huapango.” Blending folkloric realism with instrumental artistry, this work served as a kind of amuse-bouche for Barak’s world premiere choreography, “Kauyumari.” Set to multi-Grammy Award winning Gabriela Ortiz’ work (composed in 2021 and commissioned by the LA Phil), the title means “Blue Deer,” and, according to the program notes, “represents a spiritual guide, one that is transformed through an extended pilgrimage aided by a hallucinogenic cactus called peyote.” One had no need for the actual drug that night, as Barak’s seven-minute dance, which featured the entire cast of twelve, served as its own kind of high.
With an offstage trumpet setting a mood of semi-sanctity, this guide through a Huichol melody was fiercely embodied in the dance. Whether entering leaping (think Yaqui Deer Dance) or featured in a static processional akin to “A Chorus Line”—but sans the confessions—the dancers packed a terpsichorean punch.
O’Hayon-Crosby’s brightly colored casual costumes—yellows, purples, reds; flowy dresses for the gals, sleeveless tank tops and pants for the guys—created a festive atmosphere, also helping to give the work a churning momentum that was contagious. Particularly sweet was the sight of two couples casually holding hands (Lilly Leech, Felipe Zapiola, Lilly Fife, Bryce Broedell), deploying unison demi-pliés, all the while adhering to the repetitious rhythms served up by the Phil.
A fiesty trio—Taylor Hugens, Fife and Paige Wilkey—all looking skyward, contributed to the orchestral bloom of brass, with the constantly roiling score lending itself well to the choreography. The sight of Hugens being lifted in quasi-aerodynamic fashion by Jacob Soltero, seemed otherworldly, the mystical aural journey imbuing the troupe with both passion and pizazz.
So, too, did three couples (Nick Sedano, Oronoz, Marco Biella, Hugens, Soltero and Wilkey) personified the metaphorical spice of the wind section, the men providing suitable anchors for their high-kicking gals.
Add Tyler Lambert-Perkins’ atmospheric lighting to the mix, and the Bowl was the place to be, with Los Angeles Ballet doing its city proud. Encore, please!
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