The program was split into three parts. The first was "Pierrot Lunaire" with choreography by Alexei Ratmansky and music by Schoenberg. There was a soloist singing the words in German, but she had bad enunciation and it was hard to figure out what the words were, which was a shame, since the ballet and the poetry of Giraud were really meant to go together. I was pretty "meh" on the music, since Schoenberg really isn't my style, and trying to figure out what the lyrics were was driving me batty and really detracted from the overall experience. I liked the commedia dell'arte theme quite a bit though, as did Edward.
I enjoyed the second part of the show the most -- it had three short ballets in it, all choreographed by Moses Pendleton, one of the founders of Pilobolus, one of my favorite modern dance troupes, that went by the overall name of "F.L.O.W. (For Love of Women)". The first part was quite fun, playing with form and motion via use of blacklight in a piece called "Swans Dream", followed by more play with form in "Glass Awakening", which was performed on a large mirror and produced some amazing abstract visuals because of that. The last part of the work was called "Waters Flower" and involved a very Sufi-like dance by Vishneva where she twirled constantly while wearing an outfit that spun out from her as she moved -- some of the most arresting images of the evening came from that dance and both I and Edward enjoyed it immensely.
The last part of the evening was a ballet called "Three Point Turn" with choreography by Dwight Roden, who is perhaps best known for his work with Alvin Ailey. Richardson and Vishneva were the principal dancers, but the supporting cast was very good as well. I particularly enjoyed the male dancers -- they made the best possible use of the athletic choreography Roden had provided for them, which started out in a classical style that gradually grew more modern and virile as the work progressed.
After the show, Edward and I had a late-night snack of a shared overstuffed corned beef sandwich and potato salad at the nearby Carnegie Deli before crunching our way home through the newly fallen snow.