8: eight choreographers / eight new works

"Even before the show began, it was clear Jaamil Olawale Kosoko would be stealing it. His troupe of barely clad dancers milled about as patrons took their seats, warming up and drawing attention to themselves before breaking out into a flashy opening number that may or may not have had anything to do with the main event. But no matter: Or Maybe My Mother Was an American Chameleon?, backgrounded by a reel of starkly incongruous images projected onto a scrim (think an image of Red Bull alongside one of Sarah Palin), was wildly entertaining, outlandishly provocative and gleefully and/or disturbingly energetic..."

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