Missy | May 30, 2003
I wish the AFI was not in Silver Spring and instead downtown, because it’s a pain to get to & from, even though it is Metro-accessible. The programming is almost always packed with interesting stuff. One Kaurismaki film left, replaced by another. The Cremaster Cycle is upcoming. I may even branch out into westerns; High Noon opens today, for example.
Subject change.
I was chatting with Josh on the phone last night, trying to explain what it’s like taking class with professional dancers (meaning: they are there taking class as well), which I did last night at the splendidly spacious studios at American Dance Institue way the fuck out in Rockville. Some simply mark to the music until the choreography is solid in their heads & bodies, and then dance it at about 80%, some dance technically precise but without much emotion, some dance full out in their own counts/rhythm to personalize the choreography. It makes me wonder how it is that I work, or what I must appear like? A sweaty mess with too much personality but no concept of her center? All arms & legs? I wonder. I hardly watch myself in the mirror (it’s damn near impossible when you’re working in combinations that are fast and with many direction changes). But most interestingly, even the best dancers fall over sometimes. Unintentionally, that is.
