Skin-tight Lycra in its natural habitat
While you may recognize her name from the captions of innumerable Bwog illustrations, Louise McCune expresses her artistic appreciation of a more sensual form in her review of Orchesis’ new show.
If you could only get your hands on the program, piece titles like “Bird Girl,” “Feral,” and “Late Anthropocene” should give you a clue to the subject of the MaMa Project’s Unearthed, showing tonight and tomorrow at 8 PM in Lerner’s Black Box theater. As presented by Marie Janicek (BC ’12), both choreographer and lead dancer in Orchesis’ latest production, the show is about reclaiming a “survival instinct” that civilization has denied. Ultimately, she says, to uncover our animal consciousness is empowering– it allows us to tap a latent ability to be “fully present” and embodied. It’s a heady undertaking, but rest assured the event is not as taxing as it may sound. Go!
The theme is an appropriate one to showcase the physical and theatrical talent of this dance troupe. The challenge to “reconnect with [their] inherent animalism” is well articulated by a choreography that ranges from the purposeful march of automatons to fits of halting convulsions that are tiring even to watch. Bwog wondered why dancers were dressed in a bold palette of Lycra that seemed anything but earthly until it realized that the unitards were probably protective: there’s a lot of sliding, falling and jumping going on and we can’t imagine that the floor of the Black Box is a friend to kneecaps. The range of character in the ensemble’s movements is reason enough to attend Unearthed. To watch the cast shift in and out of their feral instinct, especially in ensemble numbers toward the beginning of the show like “The Air,” was worth the price of the ticket ($5 at the TIC!).
And I’m not eating until Columbia changes the names engraved on Butler Library!
Bwog was passing by the Barnard gates when something caught our eye. A baby squirrel tumbled off of the top of the gate and onto the pavement. Two security guards rushed over and picked up the little guy. His nose was bleeding and he seemed to be in shock. Efforts were made to put him back on the side of the gate, so that he might be able to climb back up. At press time, the squirrel was still on the ground, the men were still trying to help it back to its home, and Bwog is terribly, terribly depressed. Sighs.
“Hey, what kind of bird is that?”
Everybody is talking about animals now, according to three separate things that three separate people said. IT IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE THAT THREE OF ANYTHING MAKES A TREND!
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