Matthew Neenan’s “The Last Glass” from 2010 closed the show on this summer run. Another ex-Philadelphia Ballet dancer, Martha Chamberlain, designed the ruffled panties, beribboned hair and candy-colored pointe shoes, evoking an era of youthful innocence. It exemplifies his style of melancholy fun.
To understand “The Last Glass,” you have to go deeper into the music of the Santa Fe-based, indie-rock band, Beirut. Founder Zack Condon’s folk influence songs are tinged with joy and melancholia—very sympatico with Neenan. Neenan ends this choreography with a track from Beirut’s EP, “Elephant Gun.” Neenan captures the freewheeling mood, and cleans it up as a dance for five couples. Jackson, Jonathan Montepara, Jerard Palazo, Ben Schwarz, Minori Sakita, Ashley Simpson, and Weil make up the cast with Francesca Forcella standing off to the side like a wallflower at times.
Skyler Lubin, dances with Luca De-Poli the ghost of her dead husband, never quite touching. As the curtain falls, she is left before it, standing alone in her grief.
In human terms, the career span of a dancer is as brief as the life of an insect. As I finished this review, I took a coffee break and, picking up this week’s New Yorker, it opened to a lovely poem by Robert Pinsky. It ended:
Was I really one of the doomed ancestors
Stranded to die on a foreign planet, or was I
The microscopic descendants they designed.
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