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Choreographers can get weary of trawling for ideas and following hallowed processes. When that happens, some tackle more ambitious projects; others challenge themselves with unfamiliar approaches. Rebecca Stenn and Ben Munisteri formed their own companies in the mid 1990sshe after dancing with Momix, he an alumnus of Doug Elkinss group. Both have been successful, and theres no reason to believe that either is tired of being the sole choreographer of a company. However, for the program Chopped and Screwed, they decided to entertain and stimulate themselves by riffing off each others and their own choreography. Heres the deal: Each composes a short dance; each then presents a remix of the others work, followed by a new version of his or her own original.
They set rules. No adding new material to the remixes. No transferring movement designed for arms to the feet. On the Joyces blog, they also maintain that theyre not making variations on the original, but I think they slightly misconstrue the term variation, as its used in music, when they say that it implies maintaining the originals original sequence. Like many composers, they re-order sequences, retrograde them, change the tempo and dynamics. Nor, as far as I could determine, are they obligated to use everything in the original.
You see the process most clearly when a particularly vivid move or spatial pattern recurs only subtly altered in space and time. Munisteri ends his themethe Arabica section from his 2002 Muse of Firewith an informal, clumped-together lineup facing the audience. In his Arabica 3.0, the same dancers (Christine McMillan, Eric Sean Fogel, Katie Weir, and Heather N. Seagraves) assume the same pose but facing left on the left edge of the stage. In Munisteris Mirah #2, he re-introduces a run-around from Stenns Mirah.Less obvious reiterations may involve a single gesture, even a twitch.
The choreographers own styles shine through their remixes. Stenns work tends to be a bit earthier, while Munisteri blends ballet steps and other light, quick footwork with freer, looser stuff. He also likes legible structures. His energetic, percussive Mirah #2 (set to music by Jay Weissman, rather than to the songs by Mirah and Spectratone International that accompany Stenns Mirahand Mirah #3) often sets movements chasing one another in clear canons. Stenn has chosen to re-mix Munisteris Arabica as a duet for McMillan and Fogel that avoids the rapid spins and jumps of Munisteris original (or slows jumps down so they cant leave the floor) and gives prominence to embraces and leanings together of the two.
Both three-part pieces are attractive and well-made. Additional variety is provided by changes of music (Munisteri, a very musical choreographer, sets his Arabica 3.0to an edited version of the Andante of Samuel Barbers Violin Concerto; Weissman adds live cello to his sound design for Stenns Arabica 2.0duet). The costume changes also affect how we perceive the same movements. Designer Eric Jackson Bradley (also one of Stenns dancers) dresses Stenn, Faith Pilger, Trebien Pollard, John-Mario Sevilla, and himself in svelte gray outfits for Mirah #2 and in dresses and other casual attire for Mirah #3.
The performers are all accomplished, although Im surprised that Stenn and her dancers maintain such a neutral demeanor, especially the women (Pilger keeps her gaze down or inward much of the time). The choreography presents them as a tight ensemble, but they refuse to play that up. McMillans alert presence in Arabica not only cements relationships; it helps focus the choreography.
The most recent version of Nancy Bannons The Pod Project doesnt so much challenge our definitions of dance as ignore them. Once a notable performer in choreography by Doug Varone, Tere OConnor, and others, Bannon has veered toward a compelling mix of theater and installation, with, yes, a little dancing thrown in. The large, dark space at DNA has become a maze of tall cylinders, maybe six feet in diameter, made of translucent plastic. Each contains a little scene, three minutes in length. Thirteen rooms, 13 spectators at any given show, 13 guides to take us around.
Theres an intriguing, low-profile kind of choreography thats crucial to the performance. The black-clad assistants literally guide us, and in between the chime that signals the end of one visit and the beginning of the next, they walk us to our next appointment by putting their hands on our shoulders. As we traverse circuitous paths, we pass other pairsthe guides attentive, the spectators almost zombie-like. Even people I know avoid my eyes. In this strangely unnerving dance, we look like inmates of some extra-terrestrial initiation center, being given our daily outing.
The anonymity and sameness of these recurring processions contrast remarkably with the pungency of what we experience when the chime sounds and our guide pulls aside a curtain and gently pushes us into a pod (or to a position to gaze into it via a window). Bannon has scripted and directed these scenes brilliantly, and for maximum contrast. We spend three minutes in a dank space under a pod with a motionless, slumbering homeless person (Zach Blane), his face concealed by his hoodie, while in the bathroom pod above, a naked woman (Xan Burley) sobs ceaselessly. Wherever you are in your journey, you hear her weeping, just as you hear Stephanie Liapis exclaim ouch several times when something goes wrong with her contact lens.