Not What You Were Expecting
| ||Photo by Michael Yu|
| ||Gabrielle Revlock and her shadow self|
Dance Apocalypse present Solos at JACK
By QUINN BATSON
What is it about Philadelphia that produces awkwardly amazing woman duos?* Dance Apocalypse fit right in by not fitting in at all with their "Solos" show at JACK.
Nothing is as it seems in a Dance Apocalypse show. Solos are collaborative performances, apologies are satire, and belly buttons are people. Songs and movie clips may bring perception and reality closer together, or not the point is often that you'll never know the point. Nothing is pointless, but the point is always up for debate, if agreement can be reached that it is actually a point in the first place.
Meanwhille, the debate is part of what happens onstage, or vice versa. Dance is deconstructed to the point of apocalyptic destruction, resurrected and repackaged appropriate fare for Easter/Passover weekend. But specifically, Gabrielle Revlock channels awkward beautifully with memories of childhood and a fake offering of stickers for donations.
|DANCE APOCALYPSE: SOLOS|
|Choreography by: Nicole Bindler Gabrielle Revlock.|
Dancers: Nicole Bindler, Gabrielle Revlock.
Costumes by: Bindler, Revlock and Beth Beverly.
Lighting design by: Jacqueline Mullen.
Video: Greenhouse Media.
April 3-5, 2015
Revlock spazzes silently for an uncomfortably long time and then regains full control as she picks up a hula hoop and reads from her prewritten notes while hulahooping. The notes are a lengthy list of apologies to people who have crossed her dance path very insidery but funny even if not an insider.
Nicole Bindler, the other soloist of the duo, fixes on female pelvic anatomy, for better or worse. She leads the class, er, audience, in a somatic exercise on the dance floor, after making her way down from the audience and before giving a brief scientific lecture on the differentiation of sex in the human embryo. After class, Revlock-in-a-wig asks questions, before or after Bindler pelvic-squirms all over her.
Somehow, there is a segue to Bindler rolling around naked for a bit, to a song with 'we are human, we are heroes' lyrics; the combination is actually uplifting, to this audience member. Finally, the belly button person complains about meeting and keeping partners, and the absurdity reaches a nice endpoint. Audience comfort and reaction to the intentional madness, and nudity, was mixed, but Solos as a whole seems a success.
*Rebecca Patek and Allison Lorenzen (now Patek solo) and Magda San Millen and Chelsea Murphy are the other Philly duos that come to mind.
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