"Meem - A Story Ballet About the Internet" at the Connelly - NYTimes.com When a show is called "Meem: A Story Ballet About the Internet," it's not surprising that many things happen at once. The immersive production, choreographed by the performance artist Ryan McNamara for the Performa 13 biennial, places a cast of more than 18 dancers all over the Connelly Theater in the East Village: onstage, in the wings, in the balcony, in the foyer, like so many open tabs and windows in your browser. What is surprising, perhaps, is that the audience is seated. Seated, but not stationary. For along with the large cast of dancers comes an equally large crew of people-movers, who periodically slip a dolly under the chairs of individual audience members and wheel them to another part of the theater. For me, the feeling of being tipped back and rolled stimulated a strong sense memory of being on a ride at Disneyland, particularly the Haunted Mansion. The multiplicity of events provokes curiosity. Is something more interesting happening over there? What's going on in the other room? You notice that one viewer has been selected to be wheeled through a back door: What's in there? Do you even want to know? But the most curious thing about this surfing from sight to sight is that it is involuntary. On Saturday at least, all the audience members, including me, docilely waited to be taken from place to place. I felt impatient, irritated, satisfied and dissatisfied with when and where I was moved. But I went along with the ride, pleased when, in the mélange of mostly pop music, a song I liked came on, and occasionally bored. Is this passivity part of Mr. McNamara's point? The dancing I saw ranged widely: go-go dancing, club dancing, boy band routines, emotive modern dance, abstract contemporary dance. But perhaps because of the costumes, which involved a lot of tight spandex in fanciful prints, and certainly because of a generally louche attitude, everything began to seem like a strip club without stripping. Was this another comment about the Internet? Regarding memes, though I did notice in my distracted state that the dancers occasionally invaded one another's designated areas, I could not track any patterns. In the strangest moment of the evening, distractions ceased as 10 dancers from Graham II performed the "Ritual to the Sun" section of Martha Graham's "Acts of Light." It's a late, uninspired work that was out of date when it premiered in 1981, and the dancers" exaggerated facial expressions prompted laughter. Is this what the Internet does to Martha Graham?