Andrew Merrell's Slack Dance presents Flowery Language, dance works of existential ennui, moribund malaise, histrionic hors-d'oeuvres, and bourgeois babes. A baker's dozen (minus one) delicious dancing divas engaged in ferocious limb tossing and pathological pathways. A father's cinematic obsessions, a mother's coffee dates, a lover's death plot propagate the postest of post-modern dance theater. Oh mon dieu! The joie de vivre! The je ne sais quoi! Je m'appelle Barbra! Très avant garde!
Andrew Merrell's Slack Dance presents Flowery Language, dance works of existential ennui, moribund malaise, histrionic hors-d'oeuvres, and bourgeois babes. A baker's dozen (minus one) delicious dancing divas engaged in ferocious limb tossing and pathological pathways. A father's cinematic obsessions, a mother's coffee dates, a lover's death plot propagate the postest of post-modern dance theater. Oh mon dieu! The joie de vivre! The je ne sais quoi! Je m'appelle Barbra! Très avant garde!
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