It’s understandable why some people find Oguri’s understatement weird and his technique depressing — because it all seems to be about decay. Likewise, it’s understandable why others are almost fanatical about him. But I don’t know how anyone can deny him the vast skill he possesses to isolate his movements, to make clear works composed of complex juxtapositions and create unforgettable images. Solo, Oguri never bores.
Appearing on the same program were two works by a dynamic, athletic vixen, Li Chiao-Ping. Fin de Siècle, Parts I and II, for her company of four, revealed a sharp mind at work, willing to be reckless in order to find satisfaction and make a dance that ends up, finally, smooth-edged. Her solo, Re:Joyce, told a touching tale about her mother’s and sister’s difficult lives, but it seemed too pat to really cry over. Chiao-Ping is better off moving her dancers around. They were Emily Blacik, Walter Dundervill, Valerie Hollnagel and Yunchen Liu.