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Dance Marathon
by Anna Grabowski
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CJSF volunteer Anna Grabowski reviewed as well as participated in The Dance Marathon at the Roundhouse Community Centre. The event was inspired by the popular spectator sport from the Depression-era North America, and this is what she says...
The Olympics came earlier than expected this year with
teammates poised to take home the gold at the Boca Del Lupa, Dance Marathon
held on February 10, 2010 at the Roundhouse theatre. As we love to boogie, this promised to be all sorts of good old
fashion fun! Immediately upon arrival contestants were presented with a number and
a waver, which made me question what I had gotten myself into. Images of 1920's
Iron man-style dance marathons came to mind and I had to reassure myself that
the event was only four hours long. I have participated in many dance events
through out the years and thought I could definitely hold my own. However, as
soon as we were faced with the first dance off of the evening (the Madison), I
realized that Sperry Topsiders were not the best choice in footwear and my
dance moves had not evolved a great deal from grade 7 auditorium slow dances. Nevertheless,
my dance partner and I were here to win.
The Toronto based Boca Del Lupa describes their
production as an immersive and competitive theater performance where
contestants must constantly remain in a non-motionless dance-like state while
being entertained by a barrage of entertainers which ranged from rock to slam
poetry (ever tried dancing to snapping fingers?) We watched as contestants ranging in age from 9 to 90 graced
the dance floor. The lively jazz band, glamorous hosts, talented musicians and
a cast of characters that included people who sure knew how to move continually
enchanted the crowd. It was difficult at times to take in each an unique
musical ensemble while remembering that it is a competition and at any moment a
zany referee on roller-skates may swoop by and strip you of your number as well
as your dance dignity. Competitors were called upon to perform the special
skills they had mentioned during their registration, which ranged from belting
out a soulful melody, a politically infused slam poetry session, and even a
harnessed aerial dancer clad in a bathing suit. The unrelenting curiosity and
anticipation of what was to come next kept the competitors eager to dance right
to the end (I even noticed a few eliminated dancers in the conga line.)

