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This was an evening presented by Danspace at Tisch School of the Arts Theater with Paul Langland, who's pretty marvelous. You know he's good at surprises when he walks onstage, pauses in profile, and is thrown into an open-mouthed, back-arching freeze by the sound of a cuckoo clock. His choreograhy fits no known trend; it's soft yet precise, gravely witty. He's one of the few who can truly be said to cavort. In his four-part Honor, you can scarf up such tidbits as Kamal Sinclair studiously rolling her torso, Brendan McCall and Langland slipping into odd conjunctions, Pablo Beracochea turning himself into a melting Marx brother, and Ameenah Kaplan dropping from the dance to beat rhythmic hell out of a box.
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