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ARTISTIC UPRISING: A CALL FOR REVOLUTIONARY LOVE

artisticuprising-vday

Who: Ryan Amador, Donna Auston, BETTY, R. Emery Bright, Great Caesar, Staceyann Chin, Kate Clinton, Julissa Contreras, Michael Cunningham, Lea DeLaria, Eve Ensler, Laura Flanders, Dan Fogler, Alixa Garcia, Suzanne Gardinier, Valarie Kaur, James Lecesne, Amy León, Mickey Love, Ian Pai, Mack Royal, Ally Sheedy, Casey Spooner, Elizabeth Streb, New York City Comptroller Scott Stringer, Thenmozhi Soundararajan, Imani Uzuri, more
What: V-Day protest gathering as part of annual One Billion Rising campaign
Where: Washington Square Arch, north side of Washington Square Park at Fifth Ave.
When: Tuesday, February 14, free, 6:00 – 9:00
Why: On Valentine’s Day, you can join the solidarity movement to end the exploitation of women at what is expected to be a huge gathering in Washington Square Park led by V-Day, the nonprofit organization cofounded by Eve Ensler. On February 14 from 6:00 to 9:00, a group of activists and artists will lead “a day of revolutionary love & resistance,” continuing the protests that included the Women’s March on Washington on January 21 and the airport protests against the Muslim ban. According to its Facebook page, “The event is being called in a response to the current racist, misogynist, xenophobic political climate where the rights of women, refugees, immigrants, Muslims, LGBTQIAGNC people, African Americans, the indigenous, and the poor are at serious risk.” There will be performances and speeches by writers, actors, musicians, dancers, and others, and audience members will get a chance to take the stage too and let loose as part of Where We Meet’s Ranting Box. The protest will take place on Valentine’s Day in two hundred countries around the world, so people can feel the love around the globe as they rise up, disrupt, incite, mobilize, arouse, awaken, inspire, resist, connect, and come together “to hold our governments and other patriarchal institutions accountable.”

JONAH AND OTTO

(photo by Davidawa Photography)

The older Otto (Sean Gormley) and the younger Jonah (Rupert Simonian) take a stark look at their lives in Robert Holman’s New York City debut (photo by Davidawa Photography)

The Lion Theatre at Theatre Row
410 West 42nd St. between Ninth & Tenth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through February 25, $50 ($39.50 with code TRJODISC)
www.losttribetheatrefilm.com
www.theatrerow.org

British playwright Robert Holman finally makes his New York City debut with Jonah and Otto, an involving, splendidly acted drama with palindromic elements that opened last night at the Lion Theatre at Theatre Row. The story takes place over one day on the East Sussex coast, where Otto (Sean Gormley), a proper, well-dressed vicar, is rubbing himself against a stone wall. The much younger, slovenly Jonah (Rupert Simonian) enters through a door, startling Otto. “So what if I am. So what if I do feel lonely. I’m not saying I do,” the immediately defensive Otto declares. Otto assumes that Jonah is a thief, and the younger man does indeed need money. “It’s a disgrace to be poor. Is it my bloody fault?” Jonah, who considers himself an entertainer and magician, says. For the next ninety minutes, the two men play a kind of psychological cat-and-mouse game, discussing love, suicide, poshies and muckies, God, doubt, and family as each slowly faces his inner demons. Otto and Jonah might seem like opposites — the former a tall, well-spoken, well-off man of the cloth, the latter a less-educated, shlumpy dude with no money; even their ages are inverses, Otto sixty-two, Jonah twenty-six — but it soon becomes apparent that they are more alike than they realize, or are willing to admit. Both men are fathers — Otto is married with four daughters, while Jonah has an infant girl in the grocery cart he pushes around with all his belongings, but they both also are deeply lonely souls disappointed in what their lives have become. “There’s something sweet about loneliness; I had promises to keep,” Otto explains. “I failed miserably. Life? It’s just one more thing to keep clean.” Meanwhile, Jonah says, “I know I’m useless. I’m worthless. I’m very small.” The play gets bogged down by a pair of health-related melodramatic subplots that further link the two men. “What would you think if we was the last two people on earth?” Jonah asks. Otto responds, “I’d think how unlucky I was to end up with you.”

(photo by Davidawa Photography)

Jonah (Rupert Simonian) and Otto (Sean Gormley) are more alike than they realize in Geraldine Hughes’s directorial debut (photo by Davidawa Photography)

Holman’s other plays, which date back to 1972, include The Overgrown Path at the Royal Court, Bad Weather at the Royal Shakespeare Company, and A Thousand Stars Explode in the Sky at the Lyric Hammersmith, written with David Eldridge (The Knot of the Heart, In Basildon) and Simon Stephens (Heisenberg, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time) and featuring Simonian. Presented by Lost Tribe Theatre, which specializes in producing works by underappreciated British and American playwrights, Jonah and Otto, despite a few bumps, is a cogent, analytical tale, ably helmed by actress and first-time director Geraldine Hughes (Jerusalem, Belfast Blues). Irish Rep veteran Gormley (The Weir, A Day by the Sea) is solid and caring as the stiff-upper-lipped Otto, who is at a crossroads in his life, while Simonian (Peter Pan, To Kill a Mockingbird) is engaging as the odd Jonah, who is smarter than he lets on. The two have an instant chemistry that has you rooting for them. Holman’s dialogue is constantly surprising and wonderfully layered, with funny insults and clever insight, particularly in a somewhat surreal scene in which the similarities between the two men are crystallized with a touch of playful magic. “Why did you have to find me?” Otto asks Jonah. You’ll be glad he did.

13th

Angela Davis

Controversial activist and author Angela Davis shares her views on civil rights in compelling Oscar-nominated documentary

13th (Ava DuVernay, 2016)
IFC Center
323 Sixth Ave. at West Third St.
February 8-16, 12:30 pm
212-924-7771
www.avaduvernay.com
www.ifccenter.com

Nominated for an Oscar for Best Documentary, Ava DuVernay’s devastating 13th is back for an encore engagement at IFC Center. DuVernay’s follow-up to the Oscar-nominated Selma, her feature debut about the 1965 voting rights march from Selma to Montgomery, examines the history of institutional racism from slavery to today, focusing on the phrase of the 13th Amendment that says, “except as a punishment for crime.” Using archival footage, animation, music, and new interviews, DuVernay traces the criminalization of African Americans beginning with the passage of the amendment in 1865. “There’s really no understanding of our American political culture without race at the center of it,” Harvard professor Khalil G. Muhammad says. The film explores the 150-year demonization of blacks as the government built a fear-based narrative that led to the frightening imbalance in the incarceration of African Americans that has escalated dramatically since the 1970s. Among the issues that are covered are mandatory minimum sentencing, the wealth gap, the crack epidemic, the Southern Strategy, the Three Strikes law, the KKK, the Central Park Five, the 1994 crime bill, white privilege, Nancy Reagan’s Just Say No program, Willie Horton, prison labor, the Civil Rights Act, and the ongoing cultural depiction of blacks as wild animals that need to be caged. DuVernay has assembled a wide-ranging collection of experts who share their views, including Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates Jr., Maryland state senator and ALEC member Michael Hough, educator and author Michelle Alexander, UConn professor Jelani Cobb, UC Santa Cruz professor emerita Angela Davis, former American Conservative Union chairman David Keene, Grandview University professor Kevin Gannon, Dream Corps founder and president Van Jones, American Conservative Union board member Grover Norquist, and formerly incarcerated activists Shaka Senghor, Pat Nolan, Cory Greene, and Craig DeRoche in addition to such politicians as David Dinkins, Charles B. Rangel, Cory Booker, and former Speaker of the House and presidential candidate Newt Gingrich. “The objective reality is that virtually no one who is white understands the challenge of being black in America,” Gingrich explains.

Cinematographers Hans Charles and Kira Kelly photograph most of the speakers in front of brick walls and windows, as if confined from the outside world, except for Davis, who is in a cavernous abandoned space. Editor Spencer Averick, who also cowrote the film with DuVernay, interweaves compelling footage of such presidents as Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan, George H. W. Bush, and Bill Clinton alongside staggering statistics, scenes from D. W. Griffith’s The Birth of a Nation, bold graphics, songs by Nina Simone, Killer Mike, Public Enemy, dead prez, Nas, the Roots, Usher, and soundtrack composer Jason Moran, and news clips to show the progression of the mass incarceration dilemma since the passage of the 13th Amendment, which reads in full: “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction.” It’s a terrifying and sad legacy of America, the supposed “land of the free,” and one that isn’t getting much better, even after eight years under the country’s first black president. A Netflix original, DuVernay’s film is filled with surprising connections and fascinating insight that should embarrass anyone who believes that we are living in some kind of postracial society in which racism is going away. It’s not an easy film to watch, but it is a film that needs to be seen.

CRUEL BEAUTY: A ROMANTIC WEEKEND WITH MEIKO KAJI — LADY SNOWBLOOD: LOVE SONG OF VENGEANCE

LADY SNOWBLOOD: LOVE SONG WITH VENGEANCE

Meiko Kaji reprises her role as an avenging angel-demon in LADY SNOWBLOOD: LOVE SONG WITH VENGEANCE

LADY SNOWBLOOD: LOVE SONG OF VENGEANCE (修羅雪姫 怨み恋歌) (SHURAYUKIHIME URAMI RENKA) (Toshiya Fujita, 1974)
Japan Society
333 East 47th St. at First Ave.
Saturday, February 11, 4:30
Series runs February 10-12
212-715-1258
www.japansociety.org

Japan Society prepares for Valentine’s Day with the awesome weekend series “Cruel Beauty: A Romantic Weekend with Meiko Kaji,” paying tribute to the legendary genre actress and pop singer, who will turn seventy in March, by screening five of her films February 10-12. “Japanese movie stars don’t get much more iconic than actress Meiko Kaji,” guest curator Marc Walkow writes in a program note. “She remains an inimitable presence in Japanese cinema, and an icon who continues to inspire filmmakers and audiences around the world.” The series gets under way Friday night with the international premiere of Kinji Fukasaku’s 1975 three-part yakuza film New Battle without Honor and Humanity: The Boss’s Head and also includes Teruo Ishii’s Blind Woman’s Curse, Shunya Ito’s Female Prisoner Scorpion: Beast Stable, and Yasuharu Hasebe’s Stray Cat Rock: Sex Hunter, works that show off Kaji’s skills in contemporary and historical action movies. One of her most intense roles is Lady Snowblood, based on the manga by Kazuo Koike (Lone Wolf and Cub) and illustrator Kazuo Kamimura. Japan Society is screening the second film in the duology, 1974’s Lady Snowblood: Love Song of Vengeance, on February 11 at 4:30. In the first film, set during the Meiji Period of the late nineteenth century, Yuki Kashima is born in prison, her dying mother declaring her to be an asura demon who will avenge the murder of her father and brother and the mother’s rape. The cinematography pays tribute to its manga roots, with impressively composed shots that one can almost see on the page, the pacing between wide-angle and closeup echoing the rhythm of panels and frames. In the second film, Yuki, known as Lady Snowblood, has become a coldhearted master assassin who kills virtually without emotion. Hired by Seishiro Kikui (Shin Kishida) to recover an important document, she poses as a maid to infiltrate the home of anarchist Ransui Tokunaga (Juzo Itami) but soon finds herself in the middle of a conspiracy and coverup that could bring down the corrupt government following the Russo-Japanese War. Allying herself with Ransui’s hot brother, Shusuke (Yoshio Harada), she wields her sword with skillful abandon, leaving an ever-growing pile of bodies in her wake.

The sequel, a kind of Eastern spaghetti Western, is not nearly as focused as the original, with inexplicable plot twists (especially the inconsistent use of guns), but the violence is extreme and beautiful; blood doesn’t just gusht out of Yuki’s victims but sizzles on the soundtrack. In the opening scene, Lady Snowblood is ambushed at a cemetery as she mourns her mentor; after dispatching everyone, she coolly drinks from the pond where one dead man’s blood has spilled, the taste of vengeance sweet indeed. The film features brutal torture and a propensity for stabbing eyes, as if pounding into our heads that justice is blind. The villains also are spreading the plague, as various people’s faces and bodies become grotesque and deteriorate, referencing the effects of the nuclear bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. (Pay close attention to the final blood splatter.) Although not nearly as good as its predecessor, Lady Snowblood: Love Song of Vengeance is still a must-see, particularly for the formidable Kaji, an avenging angel-demon and preying tiger who served as the direct inspiration for Black Mamba (Uma Thurman) in Quentin Tarantino’s Kill Bill Vol. I (and she even sings some of the songs). All of the films in the Japan Society series are sequels or follow-ups, but don’t let that scare you off. “In the world of Japanese genre filmmaking — samurai and yakuza films, exploitation movies, horror films — sequels were very rarely linked to each other by a continuing storyline,” Walkow explains. “Viewers needn’t be worried if they haven’t seen the original entries; all the films stand on their own.”

NAN GOLDIN: THE PERSONAL IS POLITICAL / THE BALLAD OF SEXUAL DEPENDENCY

Nan Goldin (American, born 1953). Nan and Brian in Bed, New York City. 1983. Silver dye bleach print, printed 2006, 15 1/2 × 23 3/16" (39.4 × 58.9 cm). The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Acquired through the generosity of Jon L. Stryker. © 2016 Nan Goldin

Nan Goldin, “Nan and Brian in Bed, New York City,” silver dye bleach print, 1983, printed 2006 (the Museum of Modern Art, New York. Acquired through the generosity of Jon L. Stryker. © 2016 Nan Goldin)

Museum of Modern Art
11 West 53rd St. between Fifth & Sixth Aves.
Wednesday, February 8, free with museum admission, 11:30 am
Exhibition continues through April 16, $14-$25
212-708-9400
www.moma.org

“The Ballad of Sexual Dependency is the diary I let people read. My written diaries are private; they form a closed document of my world and allow me the distance to analyze it. My visual diary is public,” Nan Goldin wrote about her seminal 1985-86 multimedia exhibition and book. “There is a popular notion that the photographer is by nature a voyeur, the last one invited to the party. But I’m not crashing; this is my party. This is my family, my history.” Goldin and the Museum of Modern Art are currently inviting everyone to the party, showing The Ballad of Sexual Dependency in its complete audiovisual form through April 16. Consisting of nearly seven hundred portraits set to music by James Brown, Maria Callas, the Velvet Underground, Nina Simone, and Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Ballad is set primarily amid the heroin subculture of downtown New York from 1979 to 1986, just as AIDS started ravaging the city, as well as in Berlin, Paris, Boston, Provincetown, and Mexico. Born in Washington, DC, in 1953, Goldin, who left home when she was just fourteen, took intimate photos of her chosen family — friends, lovers, junkies, drag queens, and others, including artists Greer Lankton and Vivienne Dick, actress and writer Cookie Mueller, Andy Warhol, Jim Jarmusch, and performer Suzanne Fletcher. Deeply affected by her sister Barbara’s suicide — she killed herself in 1964 at the age of eighteen, when Nan was eleven — Goldin sees the photos as a way to hold on to her memories. The photos are not chic glamour shots but instead captured moments of real life, with natural lighting and what would technically be considered imperfect composition. Yet they have an immediacy and emotion that overstaging and multiple takes would ruin. Although reminiscent of the work of Larry Clark and Diane Arbus, Ballad finds Goldin boldly revealing her life, particularly in two of the most famous shots, one of her boyfriend Brian sitting on the edge of a bed, smoking a cigarette, as sunlight pours in over Goldin’s face on a pillow, her eyes slyly looking at him, while in the other, a horribly beaten Goldin — the culprit was Brian —looks into the camera, her left eye nearly swollen shut, her red lipstick, dangling earrings, and pearl necklace defining her feminism and strength.

Nan Goldin, “Nan One Month After Being Battered, 1984,” silver dye bleach print, printed 2008 (the Museum of Modern Art, New York. Purchase)

Nan Goldin, “Nan One Month After Being Battered,” silver dye bleach print, 1984, printed 2008 (the Museum of Modern Art, New York. Purchase)

On February 8 at 11:30 am, independent educator Diana Bush will lead a Gallery Session at MoMA, “Nan Goldin: The Personal Is Political,” exploring the relationship between photography, memory, and diary, elements that are central to Goldin’s entire oeuvre, which also includes such books and series as “I’ll Be Your Mirror” and “The Devil’s Playground.” (You can find out more about Goldin in Sabine Lidl’s 2013 documentary, Nan Goldin — I Remember Your Face.) Named after a song in Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht’s 1928 classic, The Threepenny Opera (“They’re all the same / In meeting love’s confusion / Poor noble souls / Get blotted in illusion”) — The Ballad of Sexual Dependency is in its own viewing room at MoMA, where visitors feel like guests at this decades-old party, watching photos of acquaintances pass by, each one a not-so-distant memory tinged with joy and sadness. The central slide show is supplemented by numerous posters from the early versions of Ballad as well as silver dye bleach prints of more than a dozen of the photos, including “The Parents’ Wedding Photo, Swampscott, Massachusetts,” “Trixie on the Cot, New York City,” “Nan One Month After Being Battered,” and “Philippe H. and Suzanne Kissing at Euthanasia, New York City.” Goldin also wrote in the Ballad book, “The diary is my form of control over my life. It allows me to obsessively record every detail. It enables me to remember.” Extended through April 16, The Ballad of Sexual Dependency is hard to forget.

AUGUST WILSON’S JITNEY

(photo © 2017 Joan Marcus)

August Wilson’s dazzling JITNEY finally makes its long-awaited Broadway debut (photo © 2017 Joan Marcus)

Manhattan Theatre Club at the Samuel J. Friedman Theatre
261 West 47th St. between Broadway & Eighth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through March 12, $79-$169
jitneybroadway.com
www.manhattantheatreclub.com

August Wilson’s Jitney, the first play he wrote in the American Century Cycle, also known as the Pittsburgh Cycle, is the last of the ten plays to reach Broadway, and all one can ask is, What took so long? Jitney is another masterpiece from the Pittsburgh-born playwright, whose cycle comprises ten plays, each set in a different decade of the twentieth century, capturing the black experience in America over one hundred years with grace, honesty, dignity, humor, and a soul-searching reality. Coincidentally, the film version of Wilson’s second play to hit Broadway, the Tony- and Pulitzer Prize-winning Fences, was released in December; the first movie based on a Wilson play, Fences garnered Oscar nominations for Best Picture, Best Actor (director Denzel Washington), Best Supporting Actress (Viola Davis), and Best Adapted Screenplay (Wilson). A Manhattan Theatre Club production at the Samuel J. Friedman Theatre, Jitney takes place in a ramshackle car service office in 1977 in Pittsburgh’s Hill District, where taxis won’t go. The gypsy cab company is run by the soft-spoken, straightforward Becker (John Douglas Thompson). His motley group of drivers consists of Turnbo (Michael Potts), a confrontational gossip who can’t stay out of other people’s business; YoungBlood (André Holland), an angry Vietnam vet trying to provide for his wife, Rena (Carra Patterson), and baby; Fielding (Anthony Chisholm), an aging, stumbling alcoholic who’s been separated from his wife for twenty-two years; and the practical, sensible Doub (Keith Randolph Smith), who is a kind of den father, keeping the peace while spouting such sage phrases as “Time go along and it come around.” Stopping by often is the sharply attired Shealy (Harvy Blanks), who takes phone calls at the station for his numbers racket, and Philmore (Ray Anthony Thomas), a regular customer who drinks himself into oblivion and then needs a ride home. Tensions rise when Becker eventually lets everyone know that the city will be tearing down the building soon, leaving them all jobless, and Becker’s son, Booster (Brandon J. Dirden), arrives after spending twenty years in prison, desperate to reestablish a relationship with his estranged father.

(2017 Joan Marcus)

Son Booster (Brandon J. Dirden) and father Becker (John Douglas Thompson) face each other after twenty years in JITNEY (photo © 2017 Joan Marcus)

The Olivier Award-winning Jitney is a glorious play, a spectacular blending of poetic, incisive dialogue, powerful, soaring performances, and intimate, seamless staging by director Ruben Santiago-Hudson, who won a Tony for his role in Wilson’s Seven Guitars, later directed that work as well as the recent Signature revival of the Pulitzer Prize-winning The Piano Lesson (starring Dirden), and was Wilson’s personal choice to portray him in the playwright’s autobiographical one-man show, How I Learned What I Learned. As with virtually every Wilson play, the cast is exceptional, bringing the beautifully developed characters to life in ways that make them feel like they’re your friends or acquaintances. Most of the actors have appeared in previous Wilson shows, including Thomas, who played Becker in Jitney at the Cincinnati Playhouse, and Chisholm, who has been playing Fielding since 1996 and once toured the Hill District with Wilson, who died in 2005 at the age of sixty. So every Wilson show has a welcoming family aspect surrounding it, and Jitney is no exception. When the play ended, I felt a tinge of sadness, wanting to spend more time with every one of these characters. The appropriately musty, messy set, by Tony-winning designer David Gallo (Wilson’s King Headley III, Gem of the Ocean, Radio Golf, 2000 production of Jitney at Second Stage), features ratty chairs and couches, newspaper clippings of Pittsburgh sports teams, an old pot-bellied stove, and large windows across the back of the stage that tantalizingly reveal who’s coming into the station next. Originally written in 1979 and rewritten in 1996, Jitney is very much about taking control of one’s life and being part of something bigger, regardless of the odds. At one point, Doub questions why Becker took so long to tell him about the station being torn down. “That ain’t what I mean, Becker,” Doub says. “It’s like you just a shadow of yourself. The station done gone downhill. Some people overcharge. Some people don’t haul. Fielding stay drunk. I just watch you and you don’t do nothing.” “What’s to be done?” Becker responds, adding “I just do the best I can do,” to which Doub boldly replies, “Sometime your best ain’t enough.” Like the rest of the dialogue, those words hit hard, resonating loud and clear in this stunning triumph.

LAST WORK

Batsheva Dance Company perform exhilarating LAST WORK at BAM through February 4 (photo by  Julieta Cervantes)

Batsheva Dance Company perform exhilarating LAST WORK at BAM through February 4 (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

BAM Howard Gilman Opera House
30 Lafayette Ave. between Ashland Pl. & St. Felix St.
February 1-4, $25-$65, 7:30
718-636-4100
www.bam.org
www.batsheva.co.il

There’s no need to worry about the title of Ohad Naharin’s latest piece for Batsheva Dance Company; he’s been considering the title Last Work for eight or nine of his previous efforts, merely representing that it’s the latest, not a career-ending finale. And that’s a very good thing, because Last Work, continuing at BAM’s Howard Gilman Opera House through February 4, shows the kibbutz-born Israeli choreographer, who since 1990 has led Batsheva — founded in 1964 by Baroness Batsheva de Rothschild, with Martha Graham as its first artistic adviser — still at the top of his game. For sixty-five minutes, seventeen members of the immensely talented Tel Aviv-based troupe speak to the audience in Naharin’s unique Gaga movement language, employing gesticulations and motion that emphasize body parts, animal instincts, pleasure, freedom, and imagination. “We are turning on the volume of listening to our body, we appreciate small gestures, we are measuring and playing with the texture of our flesh and skin, we might be silly, we can laugh at ourselves,” Naharin explains about Gaga, and Last Work features all that and more. The curtain rises to reveal a woman in a blue dress and sneakers running in place at the back of the stage, seemingly suspended in air. The dancers wear different-colored shorts and tops at the start, changing into dark outfits and, later, off-white undergarments, designed by dancer Eri Nakamura (Naharin’s wife), melding well with Avi Yona Bueno’s (Bambi) lighting.

Batsheva Dance Company reach out and touch one another in LAST WORK  (photo by  Julieta Cervantes)

Batsheva Dance Company reach out and touch one another in LAST WORK (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Memorable moments abound, including all the dancers placing their hands over one standing man’s body, the company wriggling across the floor on their butts, individual solos with sharp, angular movements of knees and elbows, an emotional pas de deux by Bret Easterling and Zina (Natalya) Zinchenko (the latter in a tutu), and two women slowly reaching their hands out as they tilt back their heads in yearning, all set to Grischa Lichtenberger’s score, which ranges from electronic music to Romanian lullabies. (Three words Naharin, who has a young daughter with Nakamura, told his company to consider when formulating the piece were “baby,” “ballerina,” and “executioner.”) Although there is no specific narrative thread through most of Last Work, it concludes with a series of surprise props that make ambiguous, and funny, political references; Naharin, who was previously at BAM with 2014’s Sadeh21, 2012’s Hora, and 2007’s Three, has been outspoken in his support of peace between Israel and the Palestinians, resulting in protests against Batsheva from both sides because he refuses to denounce either. And then packing tape brings everyone and everything together, even the runner, who has not stopped for a second. Last Work is another exhilarating triumph from one of the world’s most inventive, entertaining, and influential choreographers. (For more on Naharin and Batsheva, you can check out Tomer Heymann’s new documentary, Mr. Gaga, at Film Forum and the Film Society of Lincoln Center, with several screenings followed by Q&As and demonstrations.)