The first twenty minutes, we are dizzy. Like a river, a refrain with electronic accents quenches our ears. At the heart of the haunting loops, male and female dancers glide from one end of the stage to the other. Their aerial steps draw circles, arcs, diagonals, circles, arcs, diagonals. In the background, a film showing the same choreography is superimposed on the movements that run across the stage: the performers find themselves crossed by their spectral double. As indicated by his name, Dance is a show that brings dance back to its most fundamental expression: that of bodies, of simple gestures repeated ad nauseam and to be seen as such. There is no virtuosity, no narration. It’s a long straight line; it starts and stops like a breath. After a while, the discomfort gives way to contemplation. We believe we are floating at the very heart of the movements, outside of all space and all time.