The New Yorker
by Brian Siebert
The German choreographer’s “roadkill” is a duet for an extremely charming pair, Eva Mohn and Ryan Mason. Or, rather, it’s a quartet, since the couple onstage are joined by another version of themselves on a screen behind them, cavorting on an empty landing strip as though they were in a sixties musical directed by Quentin Tarantino. Onstage, Mohn and Mason, more brooding, dance with electric desperation. Dark undertones, ominous music, and the title imply that the fun is a cover, yet, despite some longueurs, the primary effect is delight.