The play I watched last night was everything I'd expected. Attending Decidedly Jazz Danceworks was an experiment; I really didn't know what to expect.
One of the games frequent concertgoers play is the press photo comparison test. I can safely say that it's been years since the males who showed up on stage met their sixpacks under that layer of padding. In a show that was about sexual attraction there were five females and four males--three of them black. The live music was provided by a four-piece jazz combo of bass, drums, guitar, and keyboards AND a BIG MOMMA who did her best imitation of Lady Sings the Blues. Unfortunately Jazz singers are not my cup of tea. The music was amplified to just short of the pain level--apparently to dance Jazz you need to feel it. I definitely felt it.
If Evangelical Christians eschew sexually explicit productions and theatre in general this show is what they had in mind--Magnetic Consequences, indeed. The choreographers here never heard of the missionary position. Alternative Dance provides an opportunity for dancers no longer able to get en pointe to prolong their careers; but some of these danseurs never found their toes. Am I prudish, possibly; but I certainly didn't expect Jazz Dance to X-Rated. These dancers at least had the good sense to know that taking their clothes would not have made them more provocative.
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