DANCE REVIEW: Brian Sanders' Junk @ Arts Bank, 1/22/11

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DANCE REVIEW: Brian Sanders' Junk @ Arts Bank, 1/22/11

POSTED: Tuesday, January 25, 2011, 6:00 PM
Photos | Mat Tomezsko
There was a risk in seeing Brian Sanders' Junk, an anniversary show celebrating 18 and three-quarters years of dance, which whisked together a little something from each of his 18 completed works: It could have been a slapped-together, greatest-hits performance, which lacked the subtle rhythm that the experimental choreographer has become known for.
But somehow, Sanders averted the NOW trap completely, his selections being alternately bold ("Threshold 2008") and whimsical ("Swingshot 1998"), serious ("Cubes 2010") and hysterical ("Maestro 2000"). Of course, Sanders' work is always more funny than anything else — my belly hurt long after "Prospero's Pitch 1994," which shows a Greek god suddenly transform into a white cap-wearing, passable-as-a-Fishtowner, nude baseball player, who dances ever so sensually. The metaphor is clear: Our athletes, and the way we revere them, is homoerotic. If someone else was doing it, that message might seem obvious. But Sanders' sense of humor makes it permeable and impactful. This comic relief has the same effect on the concept of experimental dance: It wipes away any preconceived notions the audience has about the genre. But, perhaps most amazingly, Sanders' quiet, movement-driven humor is so right it makes me understand something I never thought possible: why silent film could be funny.
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