That performance was intense and made me uncomfortable in all sorts of ways: very slow movement, motion-sickness inducing movement that would not stop in the first act with primal screams, bits of fluff flying about in large quantities for most of the show, incense burning, small contained fires being carried around, much grunting and unusual sounds, pebbles being laid out on the silk path, and I spent most of it thinking that I couldn't get out of there fast enough until the final curtain when 68-year old choreographer Lin Lee-Chen came out for her curtain call grinning from ear to ear and in that moment it all came together for me as the triumph that is was for her. The dancers had realized her intent exactly as she envisioned it and I concluded that she was intentionally messing with us. Go and see it if you can.
Also there were several final curtain calls. People weren't sure when to leave and in my opinion the performers were clearly under direction to keep on playing until the place cleared out in front of them. Strange, but in an interesting way.