By Judith Mackrell for The Guardian
The insinuating rhythms of Ravel's Bolero act as the signal for an erotic tease in most dance. The score was, after all, composed for Ida Rubenstein, who made her living out of peddling exotic sensuality on the ballet stage. But while Emio Greco's handling of Bolero features some sex and some revelation, they are of the most ravaged and untantalising kind.
With his shaven head and ragged outfit, Greco looks more like a fanatical hermit than a Gypsy temptress. His choreographic mission is not to display his body but flay its defences and reveal its most intimate sensations. The music does not arouse, but acts as a terrorising force that Greco alternately resists and surrenders to. click for more