Okay, maybe not anywhere, but it doesn't always have to be New York. ODC's wit and vitality is refreshingly American, its dances vigorous and its dancers robust. While its performers are all excellent technicians, the company's true charm lies in the dancers' thoroughly unassuming manner. The choreography is often highly physical, with intricate partnering sequences flying into and out of demanding phrases. The women, Tammy Cheney, Monique Strauss, Jennifer Golden and Yukie Fujimoto are strong and the men, Private Freeman, Brian Fisher and Levi Toney are articulate.
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With qualities like this, strong females and articulate men, ODC is an entire company to fall in love with. The dancing is still athletic here, though often tempered by moments of tenderness. Certain sequences have obvious individual stamps on them and some moments look like an unedited jam session moved directly from studio to stage. The darkness of the work and the pacing begin to put me into a kind of trance or zone. When I find out later that the work is a look at the pull of death, I think that wouldn't be such a bad way to go, except for Fujimoto's unkempt, snaring solo.