Mark Morris once dismissed the dance world with a bohemian’s disdain. Now he’s embraced it, never losing his gift for emotional insight.

Laura Shapiro reviews Mr. XYZ

At the Joyce, Karole Armitage was showing her Cunningham roots; uptown at City Center, Paul Taylor dipped into his back pages.

What sounds like Billy Joel (on a roll) and looks like Twyla Tharp (on a tear)? Movin' Out, Tharp's sexually charged, full-throttle dance show based on Billy's greatest hits. Is it a new kind of Broadway musical? She'll let you decide.

An artistic sensibility as beautiful and unforgiving as the Scottish moors informs Christopher Wheeldon’s new work for the City Ballet.

Susan Stroman tries to follow Balanchine across the high-low border at City Ballet, but doesn’t speak the language.

Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker’s mesmerizing Rain is an improbably moving spectacle—as minimalist as the Steve Reich score it’s danced to.

Laura Shapiro reviews Heidi Latsky's Bound.

Christopher Wheeldon’s delightful new ballet takes off from The Carnival of the Animals but makes it a West Side story; Peter Martins skims the surface of a John Adams score.

A company’s New York debut is all over the place; ABT’s big new work of the spring season fades behind the beautifully executed classics.