Faye Driscoll's There Is So Much Mad in Me at DTWhttp://www.thirteen.org/sundayarts/blog/performance/there-was-so-much-feeling-in-this/824/
Driscoll raises questions about what qualifies as dance. Much of the movement is action rather than what we understand to be traditional choreography. Other sections, including an expressionistic solo performed by Lindsay Clark, show Driscoll’s history as a performer with Doug Varone. Then there are powerful dramatic sections based on talk/reality shows, with Adaku Utah channeling Oprah, enacting the car-giveaway episode, which elicited from the cast blood-curdling screams so loud, and physical contortions so sudden and extreme, that it was hard to tell whether they were from pain or ecstasy. (Jane Comfort also paralleled reality TV and torture in her outstanding work, American Rendition, last year.) The theater went black and only a flashlight provided light for a man terrorizing the cowering dancers. He harangued an audience member (a plant) to sit on the floor as well, just before the house lights blazed to an unbearable brightness.