At The Grand tonight, and there was no persuading the boy to attend. After "The Ballad of Ricky and Ronnie" it will be a while before he goes to the Grand again.
A shame, because it was quite good. The first half especially, evocative dance numbers, the sound of waves crashing, the dance (smooth, graceful, swimming, articulated bodies and limbs) reminding one of drowning, shipwrecks, and a clear gauze separates the white dancers from the Chinese (intentional, 2 groups of 6 dancers...) as they watch upon the scene.
The second act, more dystopian, fractured, jerky, "modern" movements, the integration of cultures, dance styles, mixed media, video and lights, more dissonance than harmony.
Of course, it's interpretive dance and how I see it is not, necessarily, how you're going to see it. Well done, well performed, worthwhile. And remember that only fools stay for the talk-back ....