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    Trisha Brown on the Beach: Catch a Wave of Dancing Bliss

    The dancers were sinking. Even the softest of waves were too much for their feet — strong as they were — to hold their own in the soggy late afternoon sand at Rockaway Beach.“Leaning Duets II,” a work by the choreographer Trisha Brown from 1971, is a classic partnering experiment in balancing while being counterbalanced. In pairs, the dancers faced each other bound by a paddle contraption — a piece of wood on each of their lower backs, looped together with a rope — as they planted their feet and leaned backward.The aim? To create opposing diagonal lines, sort of in the shape of a V. And then to keep moving.A beach, it turns out, poses certain challenges for such a task. There was a steady breeze. The surf was loud. And that sand! Before the dancers could even start to drift and swirl — the sort of delicate micro movements that help make this seemingly simple dance mesmerizing — their torsos began to buckle. Their diagonals curved forward like commas. They dipped to the side precariously.But that was why the members of the Trisha Brown Dance Company were at the beach — to learn, not so much about the dance, which they had performed before, but about the environment. This Saturday starting at 5:30 p.m., as part of the Beach Sessions series, the esteemed company takes over the shoreline from Beach 97th Street to Beach 110th Street with a program highlighting a selection of works chosen for the way they would interact with the beach.From left, Hsiao-Jou Tang, Jennifer Payán and Leah Ives of the Trisha Brown company rehearsing “Group Primary Accumulation.”Because of the start time, high tide is a factor. Carolyn Lucas, the Brown company’s associate artistic director, had placed the dancers on a strip of spongy sand by design. “They need to understand what it feels like to have the earth not necessarily supporting them,” she said, and then noticed a dancer getting the hang of it. “Oh! It’s great the way she’s spinning.”While the company has presented iterations of its “Trisha Brown: In Plain Site” series — versions of early, non-proscenium works — all over the world, it has never staged one on a beach. Beaches have been missing out.The instant the dancers, clad in cyan blue surf tops and shorts, began performing Brown’s choreography, the natural world popped, coming into sharper, more colorful focus. It was like a conversation you might have in a fever dream: The sea gulls twirled around the dancers, and the dancers, perched majestically on a jetty for “Figure 8” (1974), made arcing patterns with their arms as though they were airing out their wings.The program will conclude with a performance on a stage — erected on the sand — of three more dances: “Solo Olos” (1976), “Accumulation” (1971) and “Opal Loop” (1980). But for the first half, audience members will move with the dancers as they progress along the shore. Because of its setting, Beach Sessions is casual by nature. But it’s more than an excuse to sit in the sun. It’s become a poignant end-of-summer tradition in which the wild, enigmatic nature of experimental dance finds, at the beach, its missing twin.Ives and Patrick McGrath, rehearsing for Beach Sessions. Dances were chosen for how they would interact with the beach, and the dancers had to learn to balance on soggy sand. Below left, Payán.Beach Sessions was created in 2015 by the producer and Rockaway resident Sasha Okshteyn, who had a dream: to bring quality dance and performance to Rockaway Beach. But she also had another, more private dream. She wanted to plant a particular company on Rockaway sand — the Trisha Brown Dance Company.“Trisha’s site-specific work in the early ’70s was so revolutionary, and it was made on the streets of Manhattan,” Okshteyn said of Brown, who died in 2017. “I was really excited to think about how her pieces can respond to the natural elements of the beach.”The performances, which will include “Spanish Dance” (1973) and “Group Primary Accumulation” (1973), with the dancers lying on the sand, will be looser than usual, Lucas said. “They’re very playful works,” she said. “That’s something beautiful about the early works and Trisha’s sense of playfulness and sense of humor.”There was a certain wildness in her choreography, too — a slippery chaos bubbling beneath the highly refined surface — that fits with the natural world. It was Okshteyn’s idea to include “Opal Loop,” a luminous work that normally envelopes its four dancers in swirls of fog.“I wanted the program to include works that made sense right along the water’s edge,” Okshteyn said, “and then I also asked for ‘Opal Loop,’ because I was really interested in how Trisha was bringing the natural world onto the proscenium stage. I wanted to reverse that and bring that piece out into the natural world.”“Of course, we can’t have an artificial cloud,” she added, “but to have the natural clouds there — and perhaps it will be a misty day. That’s totally my fantasy, that it’s a foggy day and they’re dancing in the natural cloud.”Trisha Brown dancers in “Spanish Dance.”During a 1987 lecture-demonstration at Jacob’s Pillow, Lucas remembered a moment when Brown suddenly blurted out: “Opal Loop, Opal Loop, Opal Loop, Opal Loop” and spoke about the dance and, in a sense, her philosophy of dancing — her dancing. It’s unpredictability is, she said, “unlikely, ongoing. Phrases are minutes long, yards and yards of never stopping or even slowing down.”Brown referred to this period of her work as the Unstable Molecular Cycle (1980-1983), which is based in memorized improvisation and includes her postmodern masterpiece “Set and Reset.” In “Opal Loop,” Brown said: “There is a total immersion at the bat of an eye, from one physical state to another. It is tumultuous to perform, but if I guide the momentum just right there is an ease.”Lucas, who performed the work, remembers being conscious of how she could feel Brown, “that she would just be guiding something, and all this beauty would just whiz out of her and look so effortless,” she said. “But it was really not effortless”For Beach Sessions — as for all the company’s “In Plain Site” programming — the dances aren’t altered; it becomes an experiment in choreographing choreography. What is the best spot for a particular dance? How might the dancer get from one location to the next? For one transitional moment, Lucas has included “Scallops” (1973), in which the dancers stand side by side and run to a new position in order to keep up with the line.Trisha Brown’s “Figure 8” with Cecily Campbell, foreground, and from left, Patrick McGrath, Amanda Kmett’Pendry, Leah Ives, Jennifer Payán and Hsiao-Jou Tang.“Always, we try to hold the rigor of the idea intact, even though that environment might be challenging it,” Lucas said. “But part of the fun is to learn — you’re like, ‘Oh, look at that beautiful spot.’ And then you start to realize, well, five people can see that. I learned after about my fifth ‘In Plain Site’ to stop looking at beautiful places where nobody can fit. So it really becomes about a bigger picture.”For the dancers, working outside can be challenging. You can get distracted by a tree or a bug; and there’s always the weather to contend with. But, the dancer Patrick McGrath, said: “When you really find that sweet spot and you hear bird calls or frogs and you kind of learn how to use your feet differently in dirt, it informs the work in a way.”“And it’s funny,” he added. “You would think that she would have expected this almost with some of the pieces because they fit so naturally — sometimes a line just works so well outside with a tree.”That kind of serendipitous artistry is a source of surprise and delight at Beach Sessions. This season, with the Rockaway Film Festival, it is also presenting a screening of “Einstein on the Beach,” directed by Robert Wilson and composed by Philip Glass, on Friday at the Arverne Cinema. “It’s interesting to consider the allegorical beach and the real beach,” Okshteyn said. “Also it was made in 1976 and a lot of Trisha’s younger work was made around the same time.”As for bringing a sliver of that world and its art, particularly the Trisha Brown company, to Rockaway? “I’m honestly kind of still in shock that they’re performing,” she said. “Beach Sessions is a homegrown project. I hope it’s inspirational to other young programmers that if you just stick to it, you can do what you want to do. You can grow something on your own.” More

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    Review: ‘Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero’ Is Deluxe Fan Service

    In the latest “Dragon Ball” outing, directed by Tetsuro Kodama and written by the series creator, Akira Toriyama, the menacing villain is a pair of state-of-the-art androids.Between the original “Dragon Ball” and its sequel series, “Dragon Ball Z,” “Dragon Ball GT” and “Dragon Ball Super,” the popular anime franchise encompasses well over 600 episodes and two dozen theatrical features, but the stories reliably follow a simple arc: Some menacing villain appears, threatens the planet’s takeover or destruction, and fights our irrepressible heroes, including Goku (voiced by Sean Schemmel in the English dub), Vegeta (Christopher Sabat) and Gohan (Kyle Hebert).In “Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero,” the latest “Dragon Ball” outing, directed by Tetsuro Kodama and written by the series creator, Akira Toriyama, the menacing villains are state-of-the-art androids, Gamma 1 (voiced by Aleks Le) and Gamma 2 (voiced by Zeno Robinson), who have been built by an evil conglomerate called the Red Ribbon Army with the express purpose of overcoming our heroes. Gohan and the Namekian warrior Piccolo (also Sabat), upgraded to top billing, are responsible for the Earth’s defense, while the usual series leads Goku and Vegeta are sidelined, training on a distant planet. Gohan and Piccolo square off against the androids, and are summarily outclassed — until, of course, they power up and transform, and inevitably fend off their foes.The “Dragon Ball” formula is repetitive and predictable. But it’s difficult to overstate how exquisitely gratifying that formula can be. Dramatic transformations from Saiyan to Super Saiyan — when a hero’s hair explodes into a luminous flare of yellow-gold, and their muscles swell and bulge outrageously — never fail to exhilarate, and recent advances in animation, which combine the style of classical anime illustrations with flourishes of computer-generated effects, have only made every punch, kick and superpowered kamehameha attack more vivid and spectacular. The battles in “Dragon Ball” have always been drawn and staged with thrilling gusto. In “Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero,” they look better than ever.I’m not sure what kind of impression this is likely to make on a series newcomer: The film is clearly intended for fans whose knowledge of these characters and their continuing adventures borders on encyclopedic, and references to the events of earlier films and series in the franchise, from “Dragon Ball” (1986) to “Dragon Ball Super: Broly” (2018), are deployed with casual frequency. But for this critic, who has been following “Dragon Ball” diligently since his teenage years, the fan service only added to the esoteric charm.Dragon Ball Super: Super HeroRated PG-13 for cartoon action and violence. In English and Japanese, with subtitles. Running time: 1 hour 40 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘Delia’s Gone’ Review: A False Conviction in a Hardscrabble Town

    A man aims to find his sister’s real killer.Over the final credits of the movie “Delia’s Gone,” the traditional blues song “Delia” by Blind Willie McTell plays. Loosely speaking, the song is the tale of a gambling woman who meets a bad end. Johnny Cash’s variation on it, from which this movie takes its title, depicts Delia as the victim of a jealous suitor.Directed by Robert Budreau, this “Delia’s Gone” tells neither of those stories. The movie is about a pair of siblings, Louis and Delia, living in a hardscrabble rural town populated mostly by surly white people. They themselves are Black. Louis has an intellectual disability that affects his speech and judgment, while his sister, Delia, unemployed and more than a little desperate to get away, takes a cavalier approach to Louis’s care.When Delia winds up dead on their kitchen floor, Louis is tried for her killing — a crime he insists he did not commit — and is convicted. He serves a short sentence and then goes to a halfway house.There, a visitor from the past compels Louis to walk out and seek Delia’s real killers. As Louis, Stephan James conveys the character’s increasing emotion by way of much lip-trembling. Trying to rein Louis in are Marisa Tomei, as a former sheriff who is still resentful that she wasn’t taken seriously on account of being a woman, and Paul Walter Hauser, as the current sheriff who is mocked by Tomei’s character because he is overweight.One watches this movie with a persistent “this is just … wrong” feeling. It’s not just the superficial depiction of Louis’s condition, or the facile depiction of racial dynamics, although those factors don’t help. Maybe it’s the pervasive self-seriousness in pursuit of what turns out to be nothing much at all.Delia’s GoneRated R for violence, language, themes. Running time: 1 hour 30 minutes. In theaters. More

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    ‘The Legend of Molly Johnson’ Review: Reclaiming the Australian Frontier

    A stoic frontier woman harbors an Aboriginal fugitive in this earnest and didactic western.In the western drama, “The Legend of Molly Johnson,” the actress Leah Purcell directs and stars as the title character, a pregnant mother in the developing Australian town of Everton. Molly is a stoic woman. She’s skilled with a gun, and content in the dangerous hills despite the absence of her husband. But Molly’s seclusion is disturbed when an Aboriginal man stumbles to her doorstep.The man, Yadaka (Rob Collins), takes refuge in her home. He’s a fugitive, wanted for murder. But despite Molly’s initial caution in his presence, she finds much to discuss with her houseguest, who is proud of his background and his skin color. Yadaka bonds with Molly’s oldest child, Danny (Malachi Dower-Roberts), teaching him to use a spear, and telling him circus tales from his past. A tenuous bond forms between the trio, and the connection grows when secrets from Molly’s past are uncovered, revealing that the taciturn host and her stowaway guest share surprising similarities.“The Legend of Molly Johnson” is a reframing of the frontier in Australia, and Purcell’s direction is not subtle. Here, the lawmen are the violent vandals, while Aboriginal people defend their lives, their families and their land to the death. The music swells for Molly and Yadaka as they slowly warm up to each other. The grounded performances by Purcell and Collins stand out in contrast to the actors cast as townspeople, who recite their lines in wooden British accents. It’s an earnest film, one that glows with pride at Aboriginal resilience. But the impression it leaves is didactic, a saints and demons fable that meanders to foregone conclusions.The Legend of Molly JohnsonNot rated. Running time: 1 hour 49 minutes. In theaters and available to rent or buy on Apple TV, Google Play and other streaming platforms and pay TV operators. More

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    ‘Spin Me Round’ Review: Eat Pray Lust

    Alison Brie plays the manager of a restaurant chain whose trip to Italy for a training program does not go as expected.“Spin Me Round,” directed by Jeff Baena, is a kooky romp where unworldly travelers trip over their own fantasies of Europe. It follows the misadventures of Amber (Alison Brie), the manager of a chain spaghetti restaurant who has tasted so little of life that her dreams are an endless sea of factory-made Alfredo sauce. To Amber’s delight, she is selected for a work retreat where a small group of hand-selected employees (including Tim Heidecker, Zach Woods, Debby Ryan, Ayden Mayeri and Molly Shannon) will receive personal lessons in the identification of fresh herbs at the very Italian villa where the chain’s suave founder Nick Martucci (Alessandro Nivola) shoots commercials rhapsodizing about all-you-can-eat pasta.These rewards prove to be as inauthentic as the company’s food. Baena and Brie, the co-writers of the script, successfully merge their subversion of “Eat Pray Love” with an update on the sexual harassment screwball comedy that cycled out of favor shortly after Melanie Griffith stuck it to those Financial District suits. Brie, making full use of her doe eyes and innocent smile, plays her heroine as so glamour-starved that she’s willing to overlook clues that the local Lotharios — American expats, not Italians — view her as a cheap cut of meat. Amber is wooed and patronized in the same breath, most literally at an erotically charged soiree where the host (Fred Armisen) clocks her crimson gown and launches into a lip-synced rendition of “The Lady In Red.” His attention hits her like a corked Chianti, but she lacks the certainty to declare its bad taste.Baena calls upon Pino Donaggio, a composer whose credits stretch back to 1970s euro thrillers, and the cinematographer Sean McElwee to alert the audience not to take these shenanigans seriously. Amber’s arrival in Italy is hailed with the kind of sweeping symphony one might expect to hear in a World War I romance over a shot of a dumpster. Likewise, the film is ludicrous in its large strokes and pointed in its details, particularly Amber’s tense relationships with Deb (Molly Shannon), a clingy work colleague, and Kat (Aubrey Plaza), a jaded assistant who squires the American to dates with their boss. Although Plaza’s character makes it clear this is a story about complicity and manipulation, Baena keeps the tone silly, barely striving for scares even when creepy masks slink into view. He’s content to let the music take over — and so are we with its sly needle-drops that pull from heady italo disco and giallo horror scores.Spin Me RoundNot rated. Runing time: 1 hour 44 minutes. In theaters and available to rent or buy on Apple TV, Google Play and other streaming platforms and pay TV operators. More

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    ‘The Immaculate Room’ Review: A Blank Slate

    In this drama, a couple tries to live in a stark room with no distractions for 50 days.When the sweethearts Kate (Kate Bosworth) and Mikey (Emile Hisrch) first enter the Immaculate Room, they see possibility in all its emptiness. All they have to do is spend 50 days in this space — so titled by the mysterious scientist spearheading the challenge — and they’ll win $5 million.Rational viewers will automatically see the Immaculate Room’s nightmarish potential. Kate and Mikey haven’t signed up for a vacation, they’ve volunteered themselves as lab rats. “The Immaculate Room,” written and directed by Mukunda Michael Dewil, is similarly unwilling to embrace its darkest depths. As a result, it delivers a moralistic ending that is as simple and bland as the titular room.Kate and Mikey are giving their relationship another shot, and have apparently decided that imprisoning themselves together will reignite the spark. Unfortunately, these opposites don’t attract. Kate is a rule-following pragmatist from humble beginnings. Mikey is a well-heeled vegan artist whose plans for the prize money include smoking weed with Elon Musk.The room changes lighting to simulate morning, midday and night; delivers three daily “meals” of a flavorless liquid labeled FOOD; and holds Kate and Mikey to a number of arbitrary rules. Kate would rather just play along, but Mikey becomes suspicious early on, first noting that he thinks the clock counting down their time is being manipulated.That seems worth exploring — after all, time is paramount in this challenge. But that plot thread never goes anywhere, much like key aspects of Kate and Mikey’s back stories. The film focuses more on one character’s moral defects than the sketchy project overall, leading to a conclusion that feels unsatisfying at best and pompous at worst.The Immaculate RoomRated R for bare breasts and ecstasy. Running time: 1 hour 32 minutes. In theaters and available to rent or buy on Apple TV, Google Play and other streaming platforms and pay TV operators. More

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    ‘Orphan: First Kill’ Review: Still Slashing After All These Years

    Isabelle Fuhrman, who in “Orphan” had to be convincing as a child of age 9, reprises her role 13 years later in this prequel set two years earlier.While no classic, “Orphan” (2009), starring Vera Farmiga and Peter Sarsgaard as parents to a homicidal adoptee, deserves a place in the pantheon of bad-seed thrillers, both for Farmiga’s commitment to the assignment and one jolt so outrageously fatuous it somehow plays as brilliant.Now there is “Orphan: First Kill,” a belated prequel with a different director (the flat-footed William Brent Bell instead of the first movie’s Jaume Collet-Serra). Looking like it was shot on a cheap video format, it lacks the original’s scares and suavity, apart from an early escape set piece designed to resemble a fluid take. But the sheer derangement of its plot and a bizarre casting gambit make it more interesting than standard straight-to-streaming schlock.Start with the casting: How could Isabelle Fuhrman, who 13 years ago had to be convincing as a child of age 9, reprise the role in her 20s, on the heels of her acclaimed turn as a monomaniacal college rower in “The Novice”? Through a combination of doubles, stagecraft and sly tricks with framing and optics — Fuhrman’s face and feet are almost never clearly seen in the same shot — the filmmakers have metamorphosed her within license.The actress’s resurrection of her murderous character — who here sometimes edges into camp, playing piano with bloody hands or swigging vodka in an airplane lavatory — may be the movie’s most grounded aspect. The plot, set in 2007, follows Leena (as her real name turned out to be) as she worms her way from Estonia to Connecticut, where she impersonates the missing child of an affluent couple (Julia Stiles and Rossif Sutherland).If “Orphan” was an unlikely showcase for Farmiga, “Orphan: First Kill” gives red meat to Stiles, who plays a protective mother with surprising gusto.Orphan: First KillRated R. Kills, none of them Leena’s first. Running time: 1 hour 39 minutes. Watch on Paramount+. More

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    ‘Learn to Swim’ Review: A Tooth Ache and All This Jazz

    The feature directing debut of Thyrone Tommy is a fractured romance between a young saxophonist and a chanteuse.At the start of “Learn to Swim,” Dezi (Thomas Antony Olajide) trembles slightly as puts his saxophone to his lips. The Canadian director Thyrone Tommy cuts from that opening image to a quintet flowing in beautiful sync at a club. The scene grooves. The band’s trumpet-playing leader, Sid (Christef Desir), and Dezi ply their onstage chemistry. A guest vocalist, Selma (Emma Ferreira), takes the microphone promising “I see you. I see you” in a spoken-word riff. And isn’t that the spark of many a romance: Being seen?Selma and Dezi begin an affair. Although begin is a tricky matter. Because their relationship is recounted through Dezi’s memories, which are themselves refracted through a prism of pain caused by heartbreak and the most mundane of ailments: a tooth ache.Dezi’s abscess and his swollen jaw signal when he is in the sullen present or occupies the potent, volatile past. Some of this drama’s hurts go beyond the romantic, carrying the weight of the African diaspora. Others come from mourning: Dezi shares a disquieting anecdote with Selma about his deceased mother. And the living, no-nonsense Black women here — Selma’s friend Jesse (Khadijah Salawu); neighbor Sal (Andrea Davis) — hint at a protagonist in need of nurturing.In this feature directing debut, with a screenplay he co-wrote with Marnie Van Dyk, Tommy works well with his ensemble and is clearly intrigued by emotional states. Or at least the idea of them. “Learn to Swim” is lovely to behold, but the sullen artist at the center feels too often like he’s drowning in melancholia and might take us down with him.Learn to SwimNot rated. Running time: 1 hour 30 minutes. Watch on Netflix. More