It's Saturday afternoon in the dance studio at the Menomenee Boys and Girls Club in Lincoln Park. The large, brightly lit mirrored room with an impossibly high ceiling is filled with young men and women milling around in well-worn T-shirts and sweatpants. Someone is making announcements about the stacks of new posters being distributed: "Remember, people, these need to be posted on the street before they go on the wall in your house!" A ballet girl checks out her pose in the mirror while two b-boys work out floor moves a few feet away. What's going on?

Hackman and his motley crew take the bold step of redefining what constitutes concert dance. Here, it means whatever it takes to tell a conflict-laden story. But the focus remains on the possibilities of the body, enhanced by well-crafted movement and high production values, without relying on special effects… As the everyman/egomaniac narrator, (Adam) Doi maintains a harmless persona before unleashing his fierce acrobatic prowess.