Smart moves at a Melanie Stewart production

June 02, 2003|By Merilyn Jackson FOR THE INQUIRER

Over the weekend, longtime Philadelphia dance maker Melanie Stewart produced five kinetically intelligent works at the Drake Theater under the title DanceHouse: 2003.

Dancer/choreographer Paule Turner first invited Ashley Lecille Suttlar up from Virginia Commonwealth University, where she was a student, to dance in Court's production of Medea last year. The vivid, compact Suttlar also danced at the Fringe Festival in two solos, one of which she repeated here.

With unrelated yet seamless movements, her 10-minute "Serotonin" blurred one image into the next, ending with a bodybuilder pose that rapidly morphed into an arabesque. The audience was roused as if just awakened from REM sleep.

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Two more Turner invitees, Alexandra Holmes and Tim Zellars, choreographed and charmingly performed "Play." As Batgirl and Superman, they game-played like children at the work of rolling like jacks, skipping out of reach, hiding-and-seeking, and kissing like Eskimos before lying down to sleep.

SCRAP's Myra Bazell and Katherine Livingston made ever-more-subtle shifts in their not-quite-finished "Subtle Shifts." On an oversized seesaw, they performed the duet about balancing relationships - from the personal to the political - which they premiered at last month's Kumquat Festival at the Painted Bride. And Niki Cousineau, who recently delivered her second child, tried out a new solo, "naked if I want to," to music by Catpower. Walking into a spotlight, she writhed like a woman exploring the darker sides of herself.

Turner presented "Touched," a work with five dancers. He began with a devilishly pointed monologue about the judgment he recently won against the Wilma Theater for using his image without permission or compensation.

Bare-chested under a black suit, he parodied the court's condescending attitude toward a young African American artist as it awarded him a meager settlement.

After tap-dancing out of the spotlight, he sat in a chair off to one side, watching his dancers as, in various groupings, they cast one another out, sought ways back into the group, or went deeper into themselves.

Ever so imperceptibly, Turner stripped down to his briefs, making clear, to paraphrase Marcel Duchamp, that he had felt stripped bare by his judge, even.

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