a cathartic evening of dance by the Israeli choreographer Emanuel Gat (BAM’s Howard Gilman Opera House, Dec. 1-3). I’m not sure what I love more—the opulently deconstructed costumes, the moody vocals, or the jagged way the dancers move through space, like glamorous but dishevelled creatures of the night.
The recurrence of Alvin Ailey American Dance Theatre’s annual season, at New York City Center (Nov. 30Dec. 24), is a reliable source of joy, with its comforting mix of Ailey classics—the soul-stirring “Revelations”; the 1962 solo “Reflections in D,” a meditation on Duke Ellington—and new works. This year, the company unveils a dance by Kyle Abraham, whose silken, shape-shifting choreography feels particularly of the moment: “Are You in Your Feelings?,” set to a medley of soul, hip-hop, and R. & B., premières on Dec. 2.
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