A well crafted work about who knows what, listless drifting, and a hyperactive race against time
Too much, too much, a composed study, and kicky combos of kookiness
Choreography as tiresome teenager, Beckettian happenstance and absurdity, and something nice but naughty
What happens might as well not (and vice versa), a staged screensaver, and an unforced exploration of intimacy and contempt
Freewheeling hippie vibes, more mysticism, and a more-means-more declamation
Casual, off-the-cuff riffs, a youngster’s literal-minded vision of old age, and a mail-order bride is swamped by Stravinsky