It must be a brain-wiring thing, or maybe it's my complete lack of rhythm combined with the personal grace of a blind, drunk duck, but dance is an eternal mystery to me. I'll understand quantum physics before I'll understand the pleasure other people get from watching barefoot dancers prance, jump and pose in metaphorical choreography representing war, human relations and modern society. I...just...don't...get...it. Still, the performance by the Los... More >>>