Perfect example: I watched a video, in two parts, of Big Apple Circus, apparently shot by a patron, lasting half as long as the actual show itself, with the Flying Poemas left out. I can see the included acts well enough to know, for example, that how three water exhaling guys turning themselves into Roman fountains -- Jesse Highley, Neal Skoy, and Robert Ryan --- are as ingeniously brilliant as is a labored slack wire workout borderline amateur. But as for the themed production casting the acts in hometown settings, I am left with a felling that maybe The New York Times got it right in calling what looks to me like a disjointed mishmash “underwhelming.” But also left wondering, had I actually seen the new Ringling, might I have liked its production values as much as I did the acts? Nothing beats being there.
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