I remember the early choreographer of Montreal-based Édouard Lock with some fondness. Basically his dancers threw one another in the air, and sometimes you wondered if they’d be caught. I still remember the daredevil Louise Lecavalier, spinning as she hurtled, her blonde hair flying. At some point, Lock became drawn to ballet and to a more austere and complicated take on postmodernism, including, in... More >>>