This summer’s Lincoln Center dance offerings suffer from “festivalism”, writes Apollinaire Sherr. “Of course, people cheered when the lights went out. They were at a festival, where you’ll be damned if you don’t have an experience. Plus, the dance asked us to be kind to ourselves – a voice identifying itself as Rachel came over the sound system to tell us to “connect to pleasure” and put our hands on our thighs “and think that you have plenty of time” (an invitation to self-pity for most New Yorkers) – so we cheered for ourselves. Most likely, though, they were the exact same selves as sat down 70 minutes ear-lier.”