The seven champion dancers in Twyla Tharp's little company have deepened their understanding of her choreographic language just since this past spring, when I saw them at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center. Tharpwork, like Tharp's speech in conversations and interviews, flashes and twists in the air, nose-dives, and comes up already soaring. Vernacular asides cap elegance in expression. Virtuosity laughs at itself or becomes a killing force. And the dancers' bodies seem about five times as articulate, changeable, and at ease in physical ordeal as those in any other troupe, whether we're talking about the fury of Tharp's... More >>>