Sadler's Wells, LondonThe idea of turning 60 brought William Forsythe a small but shocking recognition of his own mortality. Yet the work he choreographed in response was neither powered by rage nor softened by regret. Called I Don't Believe in Outer Space, it is a strange, comic cacophony of speech, song and dance " a performance in fragments that suggests a man already receding from life and gazing down a…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 01:19PM on February 24, 2011