Who could have imagined that the aggressive, angry, über-feminist Pina Bausch of 20 years ago would have metamorphosed into the romantic, sensual and—yes—charming Pina Bausch of today? The sensibility that produced what Arlene Croce, in 1984, referred to as “Animal House with weltschmerz” is now celebrating life and love in Istanbul, in a piece called Read More
Who could have imagined that the aggressive, angry, über-feminist Pina Bausch of 20 years ago would have metamorphosed into the romantic, sensual and—yes—charming Pina Bausch of today? The sensibility that produced what Arlene Croce, in 1984, referred to as “ Animal House with weltschmerz” is now celebrating life and love in Istanbul, in a piece Read More
The year ended with a bang, not a whimper. The Trocks-O.K., fact-checkers, Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo-turned up for two weeks of fun and games at the Joyce , and even though there were longueurs, they gave us a very needed shot in the arm. Because, let’s face it, 2004 was a bumpy ride. Read More
Something’s always going on in a Pina Bausch extravaganza. In the old days, it was inevitably something grim-you felt that Bausch had internalized the malign mutterings of old Aunt Ada Doom in Stella Gibbons’ Cold Comfort Farm: “I saw something nasty in the woodshed.” No more. Not that everything’s sweetness and light in the Pinaworld Read More
