Happily, there was a choreographic reprise, with the fan-flutterings reminiscent of the “Move, Members, Move” section of Alvin Ailey’s 1960 masterpiece, “Revelations,” as the orchestra, boisterously modulating upwards, filled the sounds of the Cahuenga Pass.

“Danzónes de Lara,” composed by Agustín Lara, who was called Mexico’s Irving Berlin and died at age 70 in 1970, was heard in an arrangement by Chucho Ferrer. Another terpsichorean rhythmic romp, this work could have been inspired by the overhead patterns of film director Busby Berkeley, with its shapes found, instead, in the many arched backs and churning pirouettes created by the company. That the dance was accompanied by the hoots and hollers of energetic audience members, gave it an even more festive air.

Also festive: José Pablo Moncayo’s “Huapango.” A word derived from “fandango,” and a reference to a wooden dance floor, the work was premiered in 1941 and was inspired by Veracruz folk music. Considered a Mexican masterpiece, the music is the ideal showcase for Vegas-style headdresses, mountain-high kicks and, er, requisite sequins.

Though not anthropologically correct, the theatricality of the dance, coupled with the sheer verve of its performers, couldn’t help but thrill. Included was a sextet of men in sky-high, rainbow-colored headpieces, with the afore-mentioned Barranco making a very brief appearance as the leaping Yacqui deer dancer. And, adding a bit more pageant to the performance, Jorge Torres did a turn as a lariat-wielding cowboy, lassoing a, well, lass, to boot!

An even more fervent encore followed: Damaso Pérez Prado’s “Mambos,” could have been dubbed, “So You Think You Can Mambo.” Three couples—Esmeralda Fierro and Marco Aguirre, Tonatiuh Hernández and Heidy Salazar, and Sofia Larrañaga and Barranco—shredded the stage of the venerable venue with enthusiastic élan and preening partnering. And with the Bowl lit in spectacular colors—halos of light, if you will—this finale, with more false endings than a Beethoven symphony, and, at one point raining confetti, was a perfect close to a rapturous evening.