In Weeks's strongest work, The Way Out Is Thru(to music by Apocalyptica), Summer Robertson, David Zurak, and Weeks suggest a nuclear family, set against six dark-clad people who march and staggerat first, just a troubled element of society, later a threat. In the end, Robertson escapes without a backward glance. Fall explains itself by having Christina Sanchez, in dim light (by Jonathan Belcher), slowly drop red leaves from a bowl onto the floor. I like the movement for Sanchez, Solomon Matea, Siobhan Mosley, and Eddie Stockton best when they're each doing something different. Conventional moves, like pirouettes, undermine those more revealing of Weeks's theme.
Her Until the Angel Comes has a lot of potential. Right now, it's not always clear that Hetty King, with watering can and raincoat, is a visiting angel who affects the lives of three in schoolgirl uniforms (Sima Belmar, Margaret Rennerfeldt, and Weeks). She does influence them, but much of the time, she's more like the new kid on the block trying to fit into follow-the-leader games. I wanted to be better prepared for the striking end: the three "girls," bare-breasted and wilting in the tin pots they've been playing with, while King waters them.
