If they seemed like overkill, their presence set up an atmosphere of reverence (and remoteness) that continued in the performance. Wearing loose white tunics and trousers, Reitz and Rudner stood out against the darkness like high priestesses of purity. They danced in contemplative silence.
The air of Japanese-tea-ceremony solemnity felt like a throwback to postmodern dance of the 1960s and ’70s, where a certain aloofness toward the audience reigned. Indeed, that’s the environment in which Reitz, primarily a solo artist and choreographer, and Rudner, a dancer with Twyla Tharp in her early years, forged their dance careers.
Both women are now in their 60s. You might say their ages are one of the gimmicks in “Necessary Weather,” and it’s also a point of admiration. Throughout the hour, they hardly stopped moving, and they never lost the luxurious melt and fluidity in their shoulders, arms and hips. Especially in Rudner’s case:The softness of her joints and bright, engaging way she used her eyes reminded me of the similar charms possessed by Indian classical dancers.
Another novelty is the work’s sole design element: Jennifer Tipton’s lighting, so mutable and expressive as to be a third performer. Tipton, who in a career spanning a half-century has worked with many of the top-ranking choreographers and companies, is the queen of dance-lighting designers. Her name on a work’s creative team is an instant signifier of taste and quality. So it was here: all the drama and much of the emotion in “Necessary Weather” sifted into the space through her palette of shadow and brightness.
A few spectacular, lightning-strike moments punctuated the piece, which unspooled at an otherwise slow, even pace, like a tai chi practice. In one, a spotlight caught Rudner like the beam of an alien spaceship. As the light hit her, Rudner arched backward as if electrified, and we saw a current of energy course up one arm, shiver along her shoulders and wriggle through her fingertips. Her mop of graying corkscrew curls gleamed like polished silver. Ever so slowly, through a subtle softening in her spine and neck, it grew clear that Rudner had surrendered to the light and luxuriated in its heat.