Muscle memory takes center stage at flawed 'Spaceholder Festival'
Perhaps the evening's most intriguing element came with Max Wirsing, the company's lone male dancer, who donned silver sandals and paraded around while covered by a tablecloth. Later he repeated the gesture of closing the clasp around his ankle. It was clearly a movement that had entered his body. As for me, I was grateful when the last of this unearthed material — a single dancer — was blanketed by the dark falling onto the stage.