We went to see the Nahui Ollin Aztec Dancers because the Weekly chose them as a pick of the week recently. We were totally disappointed. The dance "troupe" consisted of a middle-aged guy and his teenage son, and their gun nut friend whose job was to play a penny-whistle. The whistle-player only knew one sequence of five notes (so I can't really call it a "tune"), and played that same sequence over and over and over for every single dance. The younger dancer was okay, but his out-of-shape dad was huffing and puffing after the first dance. We were afraid he was going to have a heart attack right in front of us. Before and after every dance this guy would talk about his sacred cultural heritage, and fair enough. But having seen the real thing -- done WELL -- we agreed that this was just posturing in an attempt to curtail criticism. Lots of rolling eyes and low chuckling in the audience. Terrible.
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