Theater Review: Stepping into the Mystery with This Last Dance
By Liza Keogh
There are moments in Sky Yeager’s play, Last Dance, that rollick and frolic with the newfound energy of life re-discovered, adorned with all the delight and wonder of sparkly baubles donned fresh out of the box.
Fri, Oct 30, and Sat, Oct 31, 7:30pm
Sun, Nov 1, 5pm
San Miguel Playhouse
Ave Independencia 82
Then there are those moments that suspend time—when the actors’ stillness or lingering gestures and fading notes allow for volumes to echo in drawn-out spaces. Your heart slows and you, the audience, simply watch.
It is a privilege to be invited to witness the development of someone else’s creative process, to watch words on the page become an actor’s movements, a designer’s set piece or costume, and a director’s raw material to mold and nurture. Rough-hewn wood becomes a tree of life. Tulle becomes wings. Lights shine bright or glow golden and warm. Sounds tinkle, thrum, and trill in the background, and the story of one angel’s leap of faith and one woman’s loss of heart entrances us from the first clatter of stiletto heels to the final feather falling to earth.