After more than 90 minutes of nonstop kicks, leaps and turns, the 27 dancers, sweating through their leotards, are beginning to drag. But Mark Morris, the precisionist putting them through these paces, is unmoved by their exhaustion. "A little dynamism would help," he drawls, drawing on the Dunhill cigarette he has been using to tap out the beat.
The dancers try again, but their taskmaster is notoriously difficult to please. Cigarette dangling from his hand and his Tiny Tim-style ringlets bouncing on his shoulders, he strides to the middle of the floor to show them how the steps should be done....
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