Friday, July 11, 2008
Le Cirque
I saw Cirque du Soleil on Wednesday night. I was a little disappointed to discover that it didn't have anything to do with TV's Punky Brewster, Soleil Moon Frye, but it was generally pretty enjoyable. They had these crazy bendy chicks who could tie themselves into a whole variety of boy-scout-approved knots, and a guy who stacked a whole lot of chairs on top of each other and then needlessly did headstands and stuff on them. There was also a juggler with a blindingly sparkly suit and an assistant who really didn't do much of anything the whole time, and a high wire act that seemed to involve more irony than most. It really was a lot like your classic circus, only with better production values and without the rampant abuse of animals and freaks.
Of course, they also had clowns. French Canadian clowns. Who did a lot of aggressive pantomiming. And made fart jokes. That was about where I hit my whimsy limit. Clowns of any kind are disturbing, but clowns who seem to express a certain existential ennui are more than I need.
Also, soft drinks were like six dollars and they sold something called a "two hot dog combo" for $24. Unless the hot dogs were combined with, say, a string of diamonds, I'm not really sure that's such a great value.
I saw Cirque du Soleil on Wednesday night. I was a little disappointed to discover that it didn't have anything to do with TV's Punky Brewster, Soleil Moon Frye, but it was generally pretty enjoyable. They had these crazy bendy chicks who could tie themselves into a whole variety of boy-scout-approved knots, and a guy who stacked a whole lot of chairs on top of each other and then needlessly did headstands and stuff on them. There was also a juggler with a blindingly sparkly suit and an assistant who really didn't do much of anything the whole time, and a high wire act that seemed to involve more irony than most. It really was a lot like your classic circus, only with better production values and without the rampant abuse of animals and freaks.
Of course, they also had clowns. French Canadian clowns. Who did a lot of aggressive pantomiming. And made fart jokes. That was about where I hit my whimsy limit. Clowns of any kind are disturbing, but clowns who seem to express a certain existential ennui are more than I need.
Also, soft drinks were like six dollars and they sold something called a "two hot dog combo" for $24. Unless the hot dogs were combined with, say, a string of diamonds, I'm not really sure that's such a great value.
