(Chris Jones’s article appeared in the Chicago Tribune, 1/12.)
A little time in Las Vegas, or the symbolic equivalent thereof, is good for all of us, I always say. It worked for Frank Sinatra, who knew to spend a whole lot more time at The Sands than The Plaza.
And a Sin City makeover has transformed Twyla Tharp's “Come Fly Away” from an intriguing but uneasy Broadway show into an artful, yet devil-may-care sensual romp that fully reveals Tharp's singular gifts in the creation of populist, narrative dance and that now richly and explicitly captures the many sides of the iconic voice that has inspired this great American choreographer for decades.