Well, now, New York’s own sells pony rides! Yes, they are that flat out desperate, it appears, this being another of their recent Make-or-Break Seasons. Another round of bailout money from Wall Street Greed may yet come to another rescue.
I once wrote a book called Fall of the Big Top and one fan of good intent, likely speaking for many others, was Don Covington, himself then company manager for the Big Apple Circus. Don e-mailed me his pleasure over many memories my book brought back. But he also wanted to make clear being understandably at odds with my misleading subtitle: The Vanishing American Circus. Wrote Don, “American circus has not vanished, it is vital and evolving.”
Don may have been right, then. Now, the word devolving seems apt. In fact, the subtitle should have read The Vanishing Great American Three Ring Circus. That’s what I was really thinking. And so the blame lies with me for ticking off anybody else out there who felt the blunt edge of overstatement. And still ... Now, if you will pardon my incredible disrespect, I am wondering if in fact the American circus is in any form, old, new, in rehab or on parole, not slowly vanishing?
In peak Big Apple years. Marty and Jake LaSalle, 2008, just plain terrific.
The stomach-turning news of the pony ride felt like the last nail in a coffin. Pray it ain’t so. Reaching beyond White Tops and Circus Report for a sliver of reality, I found but one review on Trip Adviser. Be warned, the following content may not be suitable for circus fans of any age:
“Its expensive, the acts are dated and boring, both me and our 10 year old fell asleep. Everything is overpriced and the stupid pony rides a big ripoff. Ok if you're 5 and never seen a circus before.”
Fair, balanced, and boring: I must say, from the photos I’ve seen of the new show, it looks quite promising. Reviews? Count on the New York papers to usually give New York's own circus a valentine pass.
.What next under the Big Apple tent? Mass audience participation? They could sell seats in the ring itself, making it easier for audience members (or shills) to already be in place when a clown comes calling. A one hour Shrine-like intermission for peanut peddling? (Hey, I might go for some cashews.) The passing of a ringmaster’s hat?
The audience getting into the act is what's packing our tents these days, right? Hey, you won't see that at Monte Carlo!
Feldishly fading: The Gold unit is history. So, of course, soon the pachyderms, destined for medicare and Assisted Living.
Meet forced Floria retiree Mabel, being fitted for glasses under JumboCare.
Half a Vargas: If you go, be prepared for a great first half (to be kind, I am overlooking a lame story line too cliche to credit): a sure hand in the gifted direction to cheer; excellent taped music; inventive staging around two jugglers working simultaneously; a clown, Alex Acero, who is very funny when he is being a clown (see my write-up about him a few posts down). There is the commanding Patrick Marinelli, an illusionist and fabrics flyer of swaggering star power; terrific trampoline and wall bouncing exploits. There's a lovely (rather than mandatory) aerial ballet featuring the winning Cathy Poema on a compelling lyra workout, and without wires. So, into the break, the artfully exciting first half delivers big. And this even without a double wheel and Marinelli on straps -- two turns advertised but not seen the day in Hayward when I went. I felt so good, that I prayed the feeling would carry over into the last half. A solid 3-star show, minimum, in the making.
Now, if you go and feel as elated as I did at the half way mark and wish to hold that feeling on your way out, then on your way out should be at intermission. Stop there. Run, do not walk, but LEAVE. What will you be missing? Other than the classy Poema family on risely, whose once cute little boy now struggles to redefine his persona (a diet would help) nothing else is notable. Nothing. Never have I seen so many “flyers” doing so little on the flying trapeze. With only one hundred plus in the tent the day I went, guess they weren’t in the mood. Never are when I’m there. Maybe if they performed no matter the house size, more people would show up. I counted two motorcycles in the big globe. Whoopee. Dull. Empty. Done.
Vargas feels like a circus not wanting to be a circus. Lots of Cirque du Soleil posturing this year. End point offers vacuously irrelevant ensemble dancing. Such a let down after the stellar first half. Good golly, Molly, would it break payroll or cause PETA to riot if a dog act was allowed into the ring. Just a dog act?
All these depressing developments are pushing my pen into Big Think mode. Gotta warm up another cup of Gen Mai Chi tea. There’s a thread I’m threading through all of this — a reason why, no matter what they do, the public may still stay away in large numbers. And here it is:
Come back someday, and I might run with it.