The serenely agonizing dances of Llory Wilson burn with a chilly, angry humor. Dualities are a persistent theme in her choreography—disparate urges in constant grueling dialogue with each other, human life as the product of paradoxical biological drives, with none completely subordinate to any others, presses the divergent aspects of dance movement to their polar extremes, generating a tautly managed anarchy. Her dancers perform with a fierce athleticism: their precision is so unearthly as to seem emotionally remote, yet their attack has such physical presence that its power sucks you in: spirit