Ultima Vez, nieuwZwart (new black)

Photo: Pieter-Jan De Pue

Supreme dancing, so so dance, and mediocre choreography. Yes, there is a difference between the three. The piece, which was clearly driven by the existentialist and evolutionary themes that you often detect in Vandekeybus' work, was comprised of live music, set design, theatre and dance - kind of like a musical, yet not quite. The first scene, in which the dancers appeared naked on a dark stage, was definitely the most sensational - the mood was creepy-crawly and very exciting, but then this mysterious vibe disappeared and the rest of the piece seemed a bit like a run-of-the-mill. Although, one dancer, a blond Icelandic girl, managed to keep me intrigued the whole way through by her incredible stage presence.

Random Scream & Davis Freeman, What You Need To Know

Photo: Davis Freeman

Short, but handy. We learned how to gun someone down - Davis F. thought it might save our lives one day, so he practically gave a demonstration of how a pistol, semi-automatic, revolver, rifle, shotgun functions. Then came the funny bit: we got to shoot the dancers on stage. Was he trying to tell us something?

Ann Liv Young, The Bagwell In Me

Photo: Scott Newman

This is the most outlandish shit I've ever seen. It was freaky. But it had to be: the piece was about slavery and how the first American president, George Washington, allegedly fell in love with his own slave maid. As an unfortunate by-product of his hyperactive presidential loins, she became pregnant, a fact that he consequently kept secret like any good politician. Ann Liv dealt with it in such a kinky but also surprisingly serious way. It was frightening, shocking, disgusting, and Ann Liv, the most eccentric performer I've ever seen, made the performance so intense that it is haunting - The Bagwell In Me was the last thing I thought about before falling asleep last night, and the first thing I thought about when I woke up this morning. It must be good.