Hey, you could put somebody's eye out with that!

Crazy Horse

Crit

Beautiful young dancers with pert breasts and virtually identical buttocks and names like Baby and Lumina and Zula gyrate partly naked in a self-conscious Paris institution, while Frederick Wiseman and we watch and listen. I confess that other things equal, I'm more interested in looking at beautiful seminaked women than in watching ballet practice or pugilistic training, but I'm probably more likely to return to those Wiseman treatments than to this one. Oddly, what was most interesting about this was the dynamic of stationary light-pattern projections onto moving bodies--oh, that and the transvestite auditioner--oh, and the rolling-buttocks-dunes effect immediately preceding the boring June Taylor-esque Désir finale.