Okay, maybe it was drama's night out at the ADF when the Limon Company and DCDC took the Page stage Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. By evening's end we'd seen, among other things, homicidal suspicion, jealousy and murder in The Moor's Pavane and sexual angst, pathological parenting and suicide (with maybe just a touch of Joan Crawford in the mix?) in Las Desenamoradas.
So why am I stuck feeling that Jiri Kylian's Evening Songs was actually the creepiest work of the night?
I'm not going to have time to explore this until tonight at the earliest. But it's bugging me now, so I'm going to go ahead and throw it out there. Did Evening Songs give anyone else in the theater a case of the creeps -- even when compared to the other horror shows on the menu?
I'm just asking.