Mr. Fairchild reminds me of Montgomery Clift. He’s dark-haired and handsome like the movie star, broodingly clean-cut, and his Apollo contained suggestions of Method acting. Mr. Fairchild is also young; at 24 he’s the age of the dance’s creator at the time of its creation. Yet there’s something 1950s about his masculine sensitivity. He might have had a pack of cigarettes rolled up in a sleeve, if his shirt hadn’t been sleeveless.