You may see “ACROSS” as a cautionary commentary on division; a theatrical representation of what happens when dissidence foments insoluble difference.
You may even see it as a red flag warning to a world brimming with brinkmanship.
But at root, “ACROSS” is a heart-rending futuristic glimpse into a society in shambles, where the majority of a physically and philosophically separated people sew perpetual hate and despair … as a select few bravely, even desperately, race to mend generational trauma with frayed swatches of love and hope.
A dance show like you’d never expect, with sets of star-crossed lovers separated by a wall incited by man … built by man … and made of men.
