Some day, I have no doubt, he will put that lesson into play in a dance. At the moment, for November performances at The Construction Company, Caines is preparing a trio to four World War I-era songs by Hindemith, with tragic lyrics by the poet Christian Morgenstern. The songs are rarely performed and, until Montano tackled them this year, they seem never to have been recorded. When I asked what the dance would look like, Caines spoke of spiders, lobsters, bitter drops, and black angels. I was not filled with foreboding.
Darkness is bearable, it is even to be welcomed, in an artist who is also a master of light.
How a good play becomes a bad film.