"Public," "oldscales," "Everlast and So Badly," "in the Middle, somewhat aggravated," "Magic Under My Belt,"Response time with help her out/take 357"
Dance Theater Workshop
New York, NY
January 21, 2009
by Lisa Rinehart
copyright © 2009 by Lisa Rinehart
Dance Theater Workshop's 43-year-old "Fresh Tracks" series isn't for the faint of heart. The audience is guinea pig, critic and consumer all at once, and the dance makers are, at best, inexperienced. "Star Search" without the fun I'm afraid. So it is with this year's offerings from Adriane Lee, Devynn Emory, Jen Rosenblit, Sahar Javedani, Stacy Grossfield and Hilary Clark; all of whom received 50 hours of free rehearsal space along with workshops in grant writing, fundraising and marketing.
For some, the workshops may be premature.
Whatever the selection committee saw in the auditions of Adriane Lee and Stacy Grossfield remains a mystery. There is neither interesting movement nor an engaging idea in Lee's "Public," a vignette for three dancers in puffy nylon Fed Ex jumpsuits that, sadly, are the piece's most original element. Grossfield is even farther adrift with "Magic Under My Belt," a tedious meander through the post-modern world of small gestures meaningful only to the choreographer.
Rosenblit's "Everlast and So Badly" is equally bewildering, but because Rosenblit is built like a shotputter and moves like a dancer, we watch. The presence of three lithe women encased up to their noses in black tubular leotards, a vaguely ominous lone woman and piles of plastic cards and fake bling dropped around the stage are inexplicable.
Javedani's "in the Middle, somewhat aggravated" gets closer to (gasp!) meaning. More political theater than dance, Javedani's cheerful laptop montage of veiled Iranian women advertising Botox, make-up and careers in telecommunications is amusing, but shallow. Barely brushing loaded topics such as women in the Muslim world, American saber-rattling towards Iran and the conflicting loyalties of Iranian-Americans, Javedani needs to work harder if she wants her pieces to pack a punch.
Clark, always a fascinating performer, is hysteria embodied in "Response time with help her out/take 357." There's not much memorable movement, but Clark makes a convincing mini-portrait of a woman-on-the-verge. Her little girl voice quavers with desperation before she explodes into a sort of slam dance frenzy. She's one to keep tabs on.
Devynn Emory's "oldscales" isn't riveting, but Emory and Meg Foley make an intriguing pair as they make repeating right angles sliding on their backs with the glide and grace of a Michael Jackson moonwalk. Deadpan throughout, there's an oddly engaging moment when the two turn slowly on demi-pointe, survey the stage and converse in an incomprehensible language as though important information is being exchanged. Go figure, but I liked this one. Emory understands form and has the necessary fearlessness to create her own language -- an admirable accomplishment for a relative greenhorn.
A number of iconic dance makers have emerged from DTW's "Fresh Tracks." Hey, you never know.