We used to call shows like these a trip. But in the context of times like these, Kyle Abraham’s Requiem: Fire in the Air of the Earth fulfills its name.
There are countless passages and phrases that beautifully reflect love and concern, empathy and humor. And hope. The dancers are above all a unit, whether fusing or fighting — some great breaking and capoeira here — or in lovelorn pursuit, Chaplin-style. But when those embellishments to the frame give way, the imagery can burn the brain. We don’t see the bullies, the bad cops, the casual cruelty. We see the results: the despair, the illness, the rage. Or maybe that’s us.
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