It's the movement, really, that's so absorbing at first: bodies fully committed to streaking through space, spreading out into wide jumps and spiraling leaps, then teetering and stretching until they fall heavily off balance. In duets and trios the dancers partner one another roughly, tugging and butting and punching at each other, then sidling up in tight, awkward clinches.
The music and the lighting change abruptly and unpredictably, from shadows to glare, desperate words to pop klezmer. The dance too spazzed from fight to flight, pursuit and capture to thrusting out and yanking open and ecstatic release.
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