In both dances, indeed, in almost all of Rodrigo Pederneiras’ dances that I’ve seen, the dance phrases seem to intersect acrostically on vertical and horizontal planes as if creating new words or meanings. Each convergence splashes together like the upwelling of air against the downwelling of water. The syntax that emerges is overwhelming. It can look familiar, as when the men face the fourth wall, hunched shoulders dangling every sinew of their trembling bodies. Or a signature move I’ve seen in many works since the ‘90s—Nazareth, O Corpo, Benguelé and even Parabelo—a high bent-kneed kick with flexed foot executed in profile. This time making me think of someone being snidely kicked in the arse.
This language translates from so many cultures, yet isn’t lost on us. Nevertheless, it startles our eyes and ears as if they’ve been closed. It is as complex and distinctly Brazilian as any Sunday Feijoada, Brazil's national dish.
Freusa Zechmeister, Corpo’s resident costumer from day one, deviated from her usually colorful, unusually constructed and often startling creations. Here, she designed off-white minimal costumes in muslin-look fabrics for both dances that were not gender-defined. Were these tiny pinpricks, as if at a voodoo doll of Bolsonaro? Or was funding squeezed under his administration? Or was it just what they felt was right for the times? Paulo Pederneiras designed the spare scenography and lighting.
For “Gil Refazando” the company’s 22 radiant dancers wore large stylized smocks over short pants and bralettes. They intersected with each other in pairs, trios and larger groupings, a grainy video of a garden gradually floats across the screen backdrop. Far into the piece, one couple removed their shirts for a short duet. Agatha Faro wore knee pads as her partner flung her around while she landed on her knees, her toes pointed at invisible spots in the air. All encircled in a huddle together near the end, as the video reveals a sunflower opening in time lapse and the camera pans out to a field of sunflowers worthy of Momix’s Moses Pendelton. An ahh moment.
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