BWW Reviews: Rosie Herrera Dance Theatre Takes NYC by Storm with VARIOUS STAGES OF DROWNING: A CABARET at the Joyce
Rosie Herrera Dance Theatre made its New York City debut as part of Focus Dance, a festival held annually at The Joyce Theater in conjunction with the Association of Performing Arts Presenters (APAP) conference. The objective of Focus Dance is to market the selected dance companies to an audience theoretically full of dance presenters from around the world. But if you ask any dancer who knows, APAP tends to be a major bust, costing an obscene amount of money for the rare lead. APAP does, however, make for a week packed with dance performances at very reasonable prices, just as the holiday cheer is starting to wear off. Rosie Herrera Dance Theatre was an eccentric little gem in the middle of the desperation, frustration and repeats that often become the reality of the APAP conference.
Rosie Herrera Dance Theatre was anything but cautious, reserved or subtle for a first-timer. Hailing from the hot city of Miami, the company presented "Various Stages of Drowning: A Cabaret," a work as vibrant in color as it was in character. Initially, there were several unrelated personalities scattered across the stage, each making his way through what seemed to be a kind of warm-up, all specific to the needs of the character, and none making a great deal of sense to the outsider. One woman stretched sensually in a large claw-foot bathtub. Downstage left at a table a man and woman, wearing formal evening attire, sat across from each other. Every few minutes a blast of water would shoot across the table into the woman's face, wetting her hair and ruining her dress. She would leave the stage and return in a new evening gown just for the sequence to begin again. It is clear that Herrera, whether intentionally or subliminally, gets some of her gumption from the iconic work of the late Pina Bausch.
Many original characters make brief cameo appearances throughout the cabaret. There is a conflicted duet between two men performed to the music "Baby It's Cold Outside." A drag queen climbs a ladder to reenact a Titanic-inspired parody of Celine Dion's "My Hear Will Go On," complete with chicken-like chin thrusts, box fans dragged on stage with extension chords to blow her hair back and a grand finale of diving off the ladder in a scuba suit into the arms of two assistants. There is an eerie moment of the aforementioned bathtub being wheeled across the half-lit stage with a baby standing inside. A tiny woman dressed in all pink is carried around the stage by three men and then dropped consecutively on ten cakes, all placed on stools around the stage. Her reaction becomes increasingly more disturbing until she is plucked off stage, hysterical, by an unknown figure. A male member of the cast, also dressed in pink, then relives this scene, but not at all upset by being dropped in the cakes--- he finds the experience rather inappropriately enjoyable.