Jorma Elo’s choreography puts one in mind of someone who feels compelled to undercut his poetic eloquence with sly one-liners and sarcastic barbs. His work has a crystalline classical elegance that is continually subverted by a saucy wiggle of the hips, heads that dip and roll, robotic isolations. However, it doesn’t look pasted on for irony, but rather seems hard-wired ...
SOURCE: Boston Globe at 12:10PM on March 25, 2011