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Potomac Stages Review 9/16/2004

Varekai

t A Potomac Stages pick for uniqueness, grace and beauty

Cirque du Soliel has become legendary for the blend of non-animal elements of circus, fantastical costuming, visual spectacle, new-wave music and a trademark precision in all things which makes their traveling shows a welcome event in the Potomac Region. Their latest has set up tent in the parking lot of Robert F. Kennedy Stadium at the Anacostia end of East Capitol Street. Wonders have happened under that tent in the past, and again wonders take place there. The cirque experience is a sensuous, physical thing combining the excitement of an event, the all-encompassing high-volume sound of the show, the color and drama of the lighting, a setting that straddles the boundaries between theater and circus and, of course, the performance of feats that are hard to believe real people can do all choreographed to a fare-thee-well.

Storyline: One doesn't expect a storyline from a circus, and while this edition claims to tell the "story" of an Icarus character who, having flown too close to the sun, falls to earth in a some sort of fantastical rain forest on top of a volcanic mountain, the narrative structure is never allowed to get in the way of the presentation of one crowd-pleasing act after another.

While clowns divert the impatient in the audience as latecomers fill up the 2,600 seats in the tent, a collection of Andrew Watson's creatures in Eiko Ishioka's imaginative costumes begin to populate the single-ring stage before and among set designer Stéphane Ray's forest of tall poles. The costumes are not limited to fabrics draped on bodies. No, the medium of latex molds creates body shapes and cavities of the most whimsical nature in a neon-influenced palette of blues, greens and oranges. From the sky drops Anton Chelnokov ("Icarus") in a slow-motion descent. He's soon back up in the sky, however, twisting and suspending in the web of a net in a display of gymnastic grace. His discovery of the inhabitants of this fantastical place gives context to the ensuing two and a half hours of visual wonders ranging from twirling dirvish Georgian dancers to a contortionist balancing on canes, a gymnast who makes arm-crutches seem like parallel bars for his routine, jugglers, clowns and tumblers.

Some acts work very well as stand-alone specialties with a combination of crowd-pleasing gypsy traveling circus and vaudeville flavored pizzaz such as the triple trapeze featuring four women forming combinations in mid-air.  Others build to climaxes strong enough to almost erase memories of slow starts such as the "Water Meteors," a trio that twirl lengthy ropes with water buckets at each end, and a juggler who drops all together too many objects before he gets the crowd excited over a finale of flipped straw hats. Those with a passion for bursts of energy may remember the flying bodies of the "Russian Swings" but those with a preference for pure grace will long remember the brothers Atherton who fly out over the audience's heads from straps.

All of this is accomplished to the accompaniment of a percussion and woodwind symphony of new-age sounds played by a pit band of seven with two close-miked vocalists on stage in the roles of "The Muse" (Isabelle Corradi) and "The Patriarch" (Craig Jennings) in an immersion in sound similar to the visual all-encompassing effect of the world of circue. Bright as the sound and sights are, perhaps the greatest effects come with darkness - especially that moment in the second half when all is dark except a seeming-thousand fireflies in phosphorescent green that fill the space not only over the stage but over the audience as well. Or the time in semi-darkness when a giant transparent balloon lit from within gracefully floats over stage and audience reminiscent of a light-emitting jellyfish in clear waters. Spectacle - its all about spectacle.

Written and directed by Dominic Champagne. Music composed by Violaine Corradi. Choreographed by Michael Montanaro and Bill Shannon. Clown acts designed by Cal McCrystal. Arial acts designed by André Simard. Design: Andrew Watson (creations) Stéphane Roy (set) Eiko Ishioka (costumes) Jacque Paquin (rigging) Francis Laporte (projections) Nathalie Gagné (makeup) Nol Van Genuchten (lights) Francois Bergeron (sound) Rick Diamond (photography). Cast: Octavio Alegria, Andrew Atherton, Kevin Atherton, Anton Chelnokov, Isabelle Corradi, Jordi Deambulants, Joanna Holden, Craig Jennings,  Sergiy Marchenko, Irina Naumenko, Dergin Tokmak, Gordon White.