Return of PTD: More Gay. Less Glitter.

Review In Ellipsis: Paul Taylor Dance Company @ City Center

“Diggity”

Oooooooh. Dogs.

Cute skirt






Wait. Which war is this?


Nice lift.

Sassy!








Lettuce?











Why is she still in her underwear?

Leap frog!

Oh. Another lift.

Did they just start barking? They did. Didn’t they?

Hmm.

(Intermission)

“Fiends Angelical”

WTF?…

Ooooo. Loin cloths!

What are those things on their heads?

Now who’s this?

I get it! Flexed foot = Primitive.

Did she just reach around and pull out a red string from their conjoined crotches?

This is like “Queen of the Damned” but dancier.

Now I’m scared.

Pointed toe = ?…

And…fade…

(Intermission)

“Promethean Fire”

I’m getting dizzy.

You know this was the piece that Bach set all taste aside and just went deep into that diva place.

K.

Nice catch!

I’ve thought of a new term: Emo-vement.

Hey, the chorus came back!

Dizzy…

Hot. But still dizzy.

That would probably look really good from above.

A human pile!

I guess you have to arrive somewhere.

(End. Cocktails.)

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