Reprinted from yesterday's late editions

Daniel, who is "9 going on 10," was an engaging and perceptive seatmate at Tuesday 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 windmill things on the M & M commercials." That had not occurred to the questioner.

Nonetheless, there was little doubt that the lyrical 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.