“Sol Invictus” had so much going on: myriad movement genres, a hodgepodge of musical excerpts (droning electronica, classical, and neoclassical), bold hairstyles, props, shirts coming off and going back on, smoke effects, and dramatic lighting changes. Until it didn’t. Frequently, the cast would mill about looking lost before repeating another cycle of the same wild stuff to a different clip of music. Perhaps they needed breaks for the blood to rush back into their heads, or maybe they were trying their best to embody Koubi’s puzzling aims, as stated in his “manifesto for life” in the program. “Dizzying with the place of the living in the immensity of the universe,” he writes. Also: “I call on stage, a whole world and its smiles, a liberated spelling in the service of a writing that goes beyond borders, aesthetics, languages, and styles. There will also be rounds and spirals. Those who raise each one of us thanks to the others, thanks to the Other. So; here we are…maybe.”
Huh. Well, maybe. I appreciated that the dancers’ bold feats were not presented in an escalating, circus-y manner; there were no hokey drumrolls. In fact, Koubi could have used more suspenseful framing throughout. But his movement vocabulary, though extreme, was rich. This didn’t feel like gymnastics, this was decidedly dance. Koubi was clearly trying to say something more than just “ta-da.” But he needed to figure out more precisely what that was. Strangely, the work meandered and dragged despite all its remarkable raw materials. This was a shame, because there was so much about “Sol Invictus” that was truly excellent. I think a focused score and some edits would go a long way to making it soar as high as its cast.
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