Last night at precisely the same time that a couple of House Republicans were scheming to lead a revolt against the majority Speaker who wanted to deal a fatal crushing blow to the Affordable Care Act thereby ensuring continued suffering of the lower middle class throughout the land, on the NY City Center stage The Moor's Friend and His Friend's Wife were scheming to plant the seeds of revolt with a false story about The Moor's Wife's unfaithfulness. Convinced by His Friend of her betrayal, the Moor pummeled his innocent wife to death.
His Friend's Wife, Stella Abrera, was both beautiful and dangerously manipulative but could not foresee the consequences of her devotion to her jealous husband's plan. The Moor's double-crossing Friend, Thomas Forster, was at once physically strong and morally weak – a dangerous combination in any political environment. The Moor, Francisco Ruvalcaba, troubled by the betrayal he sensed was lurking in the darkness around him, succumbed to his rage and murdered His Wife, Julie Kent.
Last evening at the Fall For Dance Festival, Jose Limón's The Moor's Pavane was stunningly played out by the Limón Dance Company's Francisco Ruvalcaba backed up with dancers from American Ballet Theatre. But wait, alas as they say, the performance was billed as being by ABT with Mr. Ruvalcaba's appearance a *Courtesy of the Limón Dance Company. It seems these days that Kevin McKenzie can't even put together a cast of four dancers for a 24 minute gig at Fall For Dance without employing a guest artist. He shamelessly wears his incompetence on his sleeve as though proclaiming that his own miserable best is the best that anyone could do under the circumstances.
How disappointing that the organizers of Fall For Dance didn't insist that the Limón Dance Company receive joint credit for this performance since the Limón Company provided both the star and the choreography.
I hold my peace, sir? no;
No, I will speak as liberal as the north;
Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
Yeah, Emilia.