By Alexis Soloski
By Molly Grogan
By R. C. Baker
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By Alexis Soloski
By Alexis Soloski
By Lilly Lampe
Brandi Norton and Sonja Kostich, the founders of the just-launched dance group OtherShore, are a good advertisement for stylistic diversity. Norton, who spent nine years in the Trisha Brown Dance Company, is tall, strong, and grounded. Kostich, who has danced with American Ballet Theatre and the San Francisco Ballet, among others, is small, very slim, and airy. Their two different sorts of fluidity write very individual calligraphy on the space. The other five dancers have equally impressive resumes. The Baryshnikov Arts Center granted OtherShore a residency to rehearse its initial repertory and a space to perform it in.
Whats remarkable is how Stacy Matthew Spence, Edwaard Liang, and Annie-B Parsonthe three choreographers invited to prepare new worksmanaged to show to advantage this dauntingly diverse bunch of performers. Spences sensitive small earthquakes along the way is performed in front of four white screens, wired to present hilly surfaces and becoming translucent in Jennifer Tiptons beautiful lighting. Jack Warrens alluring scenic design also involves projected cloudscapes that float across the screens. Spence, like Norton, danced in Trisha Browns group. Her influence shows in his aptitude for a quietness gently sabotaged by flurries of movement that slide fluidly through the dancers bodies. small earthquakes unfolds a subtle drama; the performersMiguel Anaya, Robbie Cook, Norton, and Kostichcould be on a trek. They enter gradually and, clustered in a near corner, lie or sit, occasionally changing their positions. Even when they step out into the space, they remain thoughtful, alert, deliberate, as if pondering moves in a game. The composer, Cornelius Dufallo, accompanies them with high, windy sounds on his violin (later augmented by recorded sounds).
Steps are echoed and gestures transferred across space and time. Sometimes one or two people will catch someone whos falling. Often all four move in very close quarters, each doing something different. You can almost see a person thinking, Maybe I can just slip through here. Its almost a surprise when the screens turn gold from within, and Norton edges into an opening between two of them and disappears.
Liangs Lift is mysterious in a more vexing way. You can get very interested in Norton, Kostich, Cook, and Peter Brandenhoff as they sit facing one another across a table, under a painting by Mark Kostabi that shows two figures in conflict. The recorded music by film composer Clint Mansell begins eerily. This is no happy family dinner; the four keep erupting from their seats and slamming one another down. When Anaya, an onlooker, dances, they pay no attention; then they rise and flank him. Jean Yus monochromatic, footed, one-piece outfits for the men conjure up some drab science fiction community, as does Nortons severe dress. Kostich, however, wears a bright red, short-and-flouncy, nearly backless gown (why?). Liang, a former New York City ballet dancer who has been building a reputation as a choreographer, works very well with the modern dancersespecially in a couple of intriguing, rough (but not violent) encounters between Norton and Cook, whore terrific together. But when Liang sets a duet for the accomplished ballet dancers, Kostich and Brandenhoff, he seems to forget himself and become lost in admiration for all the lovely things a guy can do with a lightweight woman. At the end, theyre all back at the table. Leaving questions in the air.
Parson and her co-director, Paul Lazar, know all about balancing mystery and reality, truth and fantasy, as their many full-length pieces for their Big Dance Theatre have shown. Using Eugene Ionescos grim playlet The Lesson as the basis for their entrancing The Snow Falls in Winter, they build an absurdist house-of-cards drama that never topples. You know what a slippery world youre in from the first moment, when Norton, wearing a hat and a long coat, bends over a low table where Rosalynde LeBlanc is sitting and tries to pick up a mustache with her face (it falls off).
Sometimes simultaneously, Norton, LeBlanc, and Anaya assume the role of Ionescos homicidal teacherspeaking his words, doing his uneasy, compulsive moves. LeBlanc, as narrator, also sets the scene (she even speaks while dancing strenuously, whipping the microphones long cord out of her way). Kostich, appropriately, is the timid, but quite stubborn schoolgirl come for lessons, and Elizabeth DeMent plays the professors dragon of a maidservant. Small, telling actions migrate into others so smoothly that you can barely be sure youve seen them. Others linger, like the moment when Kostich, a fan between her toes, cools the overheated professor. Theres no tragedy hereat least, I dont think soand not much grimness. In the delicious last scene, DeMent gives very peculiar instructions on how to write a thank-you note with the least trouble. Meanwhile, Anaya, seated on a low chair with his back to us, gives sotto voce instructions (the others have lined up beside DeMent) as to what gestures must be performed. Every time DeMent obediently lifts the arm holding the mic, her voice fades.
The Snow Falls in Winter reinforces two already-evident impressions: These dancers have many talents; this enterprising young group deserves a bright future.