Dance of the 41

Its final beat, like the entirety of its fabulous, tragic final act, is as masterful as it is heartbreaking. As a whole, though, it remains too stilted, like a painstakingly staged tableau vivant of late-19th-century Mexico and the patriarchal power structures that undergirded it.

What’s served up is dry history that neither judges nor commits to what might be “tragic” in this story, which is understandable, given the principals.