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Disorderly Dance

An ambitious yet flawed work, “Dis-order,” seen last week at the Skirball Cultural Center, was described in the program notes as a “communal ritual, and a family drama that asks what forces move through us when we enact an ancient spring rite, and what is left unspoken when we gather around the table.” In other words, this was a Passover dinner—albeit one staged à la Judy Chicago’s seminal work, “The Dinner Party”—unlike any other.

Performance

Volta: “Dis-order” by Mamie Green

Place

Skirball Cultural Center, Los Angeles, California, March 18-20, 2026

Words

Victoria Looseleaf

“Dis-order” by Mamie Green. Photograph by Nick Emmanuele

Volta’s Mamie Green, who directed and choreographed the piece, had a lot on her, well, plate, in the bold 60-minute endeavor that made use of the Skirball’s Cotsen Auditorium, with its high ceiling and second tier seating space. Referencing Greek mythology, Pina Bausch’s “Rite of Spring” and the abovementioned seder—a meal commemorating the historical deliverance of the Jewish people from Egyptian bondage in the days of Moses—the work was written by Rebecca Schultz and conceived by her and Green. 

And while most dancers aren’t asked to recite much text, Green’s performers, wearing mics and varying attire, had a lot to remember in this telling of a dysfunctional family. Oh, and did we mention the bulbous-headed mannequins by Freak Nature Puppets (who also designed the costumes), and Abby Sage, whose dummies sported large crania and hands that seemed all-knowing? Their presence added to the cerebral drama that unfolded over five acts, with a suit-clad, trying-to-look-stern actor Sophie Becker, serving as the patriarchal father/guide.

Discoursing at the work’s outset on genealogy, the tree of life and ceremonies, Becker was a reliable narrator whose words occasionally came to life. To wit, a dancing egg (a symbol of mourning the past, the Passover egg also suggests hope and a prayer for the future), was stunningly performed—on a day’s notice—by Jobel Medina (original cast member Ryley Polak assumed his terpsichorean duties for the final two performances). In truth, this reviewer didn’t realize that Medina, whose dazzling Sufi style spins, handstands and fine footwork while inhabiting what could have been Victorian neckwear or a lemon Oreo, was, in fact, a hard-boiled Deviled ovum that would ultimately, once broken free from his shell, become . . . the baby of this somewhat bizarre clan!

It mattered not, as this mash-up of “Family Feud” and a danced version of today’s horrendous news (shades of Simone Forti) unspooled to the highly rhythmic music of Patrick Shiroishi’s and Dylan Fujioka’s electronica/digital track (performed live), with Anaya Gonzalez, who’d been sitting at the Seder table (set design by Ari Salka), then crawling underneath it to take center stage and offer a series of gorgeous moves. 

Anaya Gonzalez in “Dis-order” by Mamie Green. Photograph by Nick Emmanuele

Anaya Gonzalez in “Dis-order” by Mamie Green. Photograph by Nick Emmanuele

The most balletic of the performers, a slip dress-clad Gonzalez spun and leaped, her graceful presence accentuated by the notion that she was the “sacrificial lamb,” dancing the death of the first-born, a reference to Passover and what was also Green’s nod to Bausch and the Chosen One.

Actor Tim Griffin Allan did a lot of talking as the put-upon son, eventually donning what looked to be a giant mule-like costume smacking of Eeyore, that fictional anthropomorphic stuffed donkey who inhabited the land of Winnie the Pooh—or a satyr—but whose meaning in this context, unfortunately escaped this scribe. 

And in a bit of surprise casting, the always illuminating, ever-glorious Roxanne Steinberg (Oguri’s artistic and life partner), made her presence known: Whether waltzing solo side to side while tossing her long hair, duetting with Becker or wriggling on the floor in a voluminous skirt, Steinberg-as-mother also proved to be an audaciously good actor.

Seriously, one longs to see her as the morphine-addled mama, Mary Tyrone, in Eugene O’Neill’s devastating masterpiece, “Long Day’s Journey into Night.” Here, Steinberg’s utterances such as, “You want mama; I want you to give me the future,” gave credence to a blunt, yet surrealistic reality, with Schultz’ layered text going off on tangents that had this Mother also spouting venomous things, including, “I am huge with power; I will bring it all down!” 

“Dis-order” by Mamie Green. Photograph by Nick Emmanuele

“Dis-order” by Mamie Green. Photograph by Nick Emmanuele

That said, this show had little in common with the afore-mentioned play, although the feelings of a four-member family struggling to grapple with the realities and consequences of each person’s failings—along with extraneous world circumstances—are not altogether far-fetched. Unless, perhaps, the puppets were some kinds of spirit guides able to bring relief to the victims. In any case, a reprieve arrived when Shiroishi stood up to perform live on saxophone, which, alas, only happened for a brief period.

Other parts of the score also soothed, notably those heard during measures of guitar and harp noodlings, while occasional dancer/puppet duets were distinguished by their slow, yet oddly reassuring movements. And so it went, from the son’s occasional rant and Gonzalez randomly doing the splits when not assaying lovely pirouettes and spilling herself onto the ground amid tableaux that ranged from bizarre conga-esque lines and a game of “Ring Around the Rosie” to the darkness of Van Gogh’s The Potato Eaters

Was this a coven, a convocation or a call for harmony? It was as if the creators—Green and Schultz, with Livia Reiner credited as dramaturg—couldn’t decide what “Dis-order” wanted to be. Kaitlin Trimble’s lighting design was effective, but could have gone further to accentuate the drama, while Billie Grey Heck and Ella Tiberi’s set fabrication—a beautifully painted tablecloth—would have been boosted by dinnerware, some cutlery and perhaps a few Pesach (Passover) items: matzoh, parsley sprigs, charoset (a blend of fruits and nuts), anyone?

Yes, we all have family stories, as do our varying societies and institutions, and the performers were certainly top-notch, but “Dis-order” leaned more towards the “dis” side than the “order,” ultimately making this work a “dis-appointment.”  

Victoria Looseleaf


Victoria Looseleaf is an award-winning, Los Angeles-based international arts journalist who covers music and dance festivals around the world. Among the many publications she has contributed to are the Los Angeles Times, the New York Times, Dance Magazine and KCET’s Artbound. In addition, she taught dance history at USC and Santa Monica College. Looseleaf’s novella-in-verse, Isn't It Rich? is available from Amazon, and and her latest book, Russ & Iggy’s Art Alphabet with illustrations by JT Steiny, was recently published by Red Sky Presents. Looseleaf can be reached through X, Facebook, Instagram and Linked In, as well as at her online arts magazine ArtNowLA.

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