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Reaching into the void behind: mmHOP’s “Twisted” at The Dance Centre

I figure I must have started feeling guilty about 10 or 15 minutes in. Feeling tears sting my eyes at the sounds, the bends, the thoughts, I could only imagine that the effect of the spectacle on me, would be magnified and amplified for my mother, sitting next to me. We sat second row centre [...]