Daniel, who is "9 going on 10," was an engaging and perceptive seatmate at last night's performance by Pilobolus, a far-out aggregation of seven persons who shall be called a dance company for lack of a better name.
Daniel had strong opinions about the meanings of the crazy contortions and enigmatic beauties that were crisscrossing the stage of the jam-packed Tawes Theater in College Park. Sometimes Daniel and the critic disagreed, but the plain fact is that one guess was as good as another.
For instance, there was a passage in "Molly's Not Dead" (new to Washington) in which three dancers interlinked back to back were dancing in a circle with arms stretched out and fingers twisting in all directions. Asked his opinion, Daniel replied with an authoritative tone, "It's like those wind-mill things on the M & M commercials." That had not occurred to the questioner.
For him, the movement had evoked a powerful erotic image that will not be spelled out in explicit detail, both for reasons of space and taste.
But these differences are just what garde troupe has an amazIng large Pilobolus, which for such an avant - following, is all about. Their choreography, which they do as a group, deliberately evades specific meanings. The point of their work is in the eye of the beholder (and the ear as well), because there are grunts and a few spoken lines. Sometimes they resemble charades.
Nonetheless, there was little doubt that the Iyrical final works, and the ones closest to conventional dance, were overwhelmingly erotic, with frontal nudity for two of the men in a new work appropriately called "Untitled." Like all the rest, it was danced with great elan.
Earlier Daniel had dismissed the quieter erotic passages as "boring." But in "Untitled" he seemed to be catching on. Afterward, when asked about one passage, he said, "Well when that man came naked to from under that woman's skirt, I guess it meant she was having a baby." Not bad, Daniel, for a guy 9 years old going on 10.