It may be one of the most famous lines in English literature. Appearing near the end of Charlotte Brontë’s beloved bildungsroman, the titular Jane Eyre declares, “Reader, I married him.” These four words chime climactically for the “friendless orphan” who finds love while staying true to herself. Like the great story ballets, Jane Eyre draws heavily from fairytales. It mixes the rags-to-riches of Cinderella with a bellicose beast of a lover who’s tamed by Jane’s inner beauty.
Herman Cornejo and Alessandra Ferri in Wayne McGregor's Afterite; Photo: Michelle Tabnick PR, courtesy of the Guggenheim Museum. Happy Birthday, The Rite of Spring! The iconic piece turns 105 on May 29. Shrouded in legend, it continues to inspire creators while thrilling and, sometimes, unnerving audiences. The Paris premiere by Serge Diaghilev’s Ballets Russes was greeted with a near riot as the wealthy coterie clashed with the bohemians. It remains unclear whether the trigg
Fifty years of doing anything — especially if it’s choreographing — deserves a celebration, which is what Lar Lubovitch’s one-week residency at The Joyce Theater feels like. The program presents six pieces over three programs (I missed George Mason University School of Dance’s A Brahms Symphony from 1985), including one premiere — the vaguely liturgical Something About Night. Like any good party, this one shares the fun with friends. Martha Graham Dance Company spiritedly sta