When the curtain goes up on Le Sacre Du Printemps (The Rehearsal), the theater smells suddenly of smoke and bubble gum and talcum powder. Or at least it seems so to seat F 19 Orchestra Left. This may or may not be a sly commentary on the state of modern dance. This was last weekend, last Friday, when the big dance was up at Lincoln Center.
The Paul Taylor company was there to make its wordless argument on behalf of humans doing things instead of humans saying things; ...
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