Is sneezing a dance move? I asked myself this question every few minutes on Saturday, May 17, as I stumbled around New York Citys Second Annual Dance Parade and Party, sick as a dog. As legions of smiling baton-twirlers, boom box-shakers, sequined thong-wearers, and the occasional harlequin on stilts shimmied and bounced past me on their route from 28th and Broadway to Tompkins Square Park, I had every desire to groove alongside them but found the best I could usually do was a few hearty nods before another wave of racking coughs would take over. Maybe I can make it look like Im just really getting down, I thought.
The body is a vessel for sacrifice both literally and symbolically in Moses Pendletons Passion, the 17-year-old dance work that opened Momixs run at The Joyce Theater in May. The episodic piece set to Peter Gabriels score for the film The Last Temptation of Christ is a visual feast with bodies that are pushed to extreme physical limits, but its substance does not fully match that of the music.
I have a condition. Ive been sufferingmore and more, recentlyfrom dance blackout. Usually it occurs at perfectly respectable contemporary dance performances. Ill be watching some blandly pleasant movement and suddenly realize that several minutes have gone by without a memorable moment, a moment of jolting veracitythat I havent once been engaged, excited, awakened.
- Sick of Dance? Never! The 2008 New York Dance Parade by April Greene
- Momix Passion: A Review by Carley Petesch
- GeraldCaselDance: A Review by Margaret Fuhrer