+1 800 789 50 12

Event Pick: BalletX Summer Series

July 06, 2010 by Lauren Van Schaik in 0 comments
Philadelphia Weekly, July 6, 2010 BalletX is enough to make you forget everything you thought you knew about plies and relevés. Vigorous, athletic, expressive, and, yes, sexy, BalletX’s original choreography expands includes moves that don’t even have French names. The company is celebrating its fifth anniversary this week with a summer series of three challenging, emotive original ballets, two of which are world premieres: Matthew Prescott’s “Journey of the Day,” a buoyant piece set to the bluegrass-infused classical of Curtis double-bass prof Edgar Meyer’s Appalachian Journey, and Matthew Neenan’s “The Last Glass,” inspired by the street-parade choruses of indie band Beirut. We may still be nursing emotional wounds from second-grade dance recitals, but BalletX shows us just how relevant the art form can be. (Lauren Smith) Through July 25. $20-$30. Wilma Theater, 265 S. Broad St. 215.546.7824. balletx.org  

Live: Twee & Him

July 06, 2010 by Lauren Van Schaik in 0 comments
Philadelphia Weekly, July 6, 2010 (as Lauren Smith) She & Him, the duo of actress Zooey Deschanel—she of the dark bangs, elfin features, and cotton commercials—and singer-songwriter M. Ward lit up the Great Plaza’s River Stage Friday night with a pleasant but unremarkable set of fizzy, retro folk-pop. The lopsided pronouns of their name—selected, according to Deschanel, to draw attention away from their, or rather her, marquee light names—are a hint to the off-kilter stage dynamics of this twosome. Ward may be a Monster of Folk, a songwriter and guitarist with a retro twang and ear for subtle pop grooves, but beside Sundance sprite Deschanel, he’s the shrugged-off him, a producer shuffled on stage to back his winsome little wunderkind. Make no mistake: the butterscotch voice and dewy eyes may be Zooey’s, but the lush, strum and reverb music behind her is all Ward. It’s a thankless role. On stage Ward mostly played second fiddle to Deschanel’s jangling tambourine. She hopscotched across the stage, chattered with her trademark deadpan whimsy (“My dad’s family are Philadelphia people from way back. Maybe I’m related to some of you.”), and bent her voice from back porch drawl to cabaret croon. Like any good actress she stole […]