By the end, to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice,” the kids are moving classically.
Apart from that song, the Beach Boys tracks that Ms. Tharp chose aren’t the Beatles-influencing, “teenage symphony to God” stuff. They’re some of the dumbest, corniest songs in the catalog (anyone remember “Take Good Care of Your Feet”?), including many goofy covers, and they’re all chopped off, sped up and rearranged so as to leave no doubt about which artist is in charge: Ms. Tharp. The form is hers, complex, orderly and nearly dialectical: ballet, rock, synthesis.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could have the order of ballet and the freedom of rock?