I enjoyed Sweet Mambo. It’s entertaining, oh so characteristic, often beautiful. But sad.
Not in the moment, always, exactly. There are landmarks of fun, excitement, hilarity. There’s a lot of yer actual dancing — not always guaranteed in Tanztheater. Beautiful dancers. Gorgeous billowing set. Lovely music. But the abiding impression is just so achingly sad.
Hindsight is tricky. It’s hard to keep track. But I’m almost certain her last piece was more upbeat than this, second to.
Also. Tangentially. I feel like I have seen Cafe Muller more times than I possibly can have. It’s confusing. I’m confused.