Alegría means joy
Feb. 3rd, 2024 04:36 pmLast weekend, I had the opportunity to do something I would never have expected possible: to see a revived version of a Cirque du Soleil show I first fell in love with as a child. You may recall that Matthias and I see Cirque annually whenever they're in London with whatever their touring show is that year — this is always in January/February in the Royal Albert Hall, which is perfect timing: a bright spot amid the post-Christmas, wintry grey of the new year.
This year, their touring show is a revival of Alegría, which I first saw as a teenager twenty-five years ago in Sydney. It wasn't my favourite Cirque show of that period, but I still loved it a lot, and had strong memories of the staging, music, costumes and acts. The revival sticks fairly close to the original — everything is tweaked and modified rather than made new, but to be honest, that suited me fine.
The story (such as it is when it comes to Cirque) is one of a decaying, corrupt Renaissance Italian city-state court; the 'joy' in the show's name is ironic — the kind of temporary, bittersweet freedom one finds in snatched, hoarded moments in difficult times. There are some fantastic acts — standouts for me include the 'fast track' X-shaped trampoline, across which acrobats launch themselves in tumbling rows, passing over and under one another, an act whose starting point is adagio but instead of involving pairs or groups of acrobats balancing on each other's arms, shoulders and bodies involves the fliers being hurled into the air from springy, narrow beams of wood set on the shoulders of pairs of human bases, with further balancing and acrobatics in groups standing/tumbling from and between the beams, and quite honestly one of the best group trapeze acts I've ever seen. (This last one was best enjoyed — at least from my perspective — right from our seats in the heights of the venue, because that gave the best vantage point for the logistics of it all: not just the technicians with their wires and pulleys, but also the various artists calling and signalling to each other in order to ensure they got the timing exactly right, which was essential in this act, and which they performed without a single problem. When I saw the same act in 1999, there were several failed catches in which performers fell into the net below, but not so this time around.)
In any case, it was a delight, and a huge improvement on several of the more recent Cirque shows I've seen (which have been ... fine, but not incredible).
As always when we go to concerts and performances in London, we stayed overnight and made a weekend of it, eating at several old favourites (
ogniskorestaurant,
mriya_neo_bistro) as well as a new-to-us Taiwanese bao place near Kings Cross Station. On Sunday we were able to see the British Library exhibition on fantasy fiction (which has an expansive definition of the genre and covers books, film, TV, comics, games, and fan culture, and groups all these things thematically — portal fantasy, fairytales, cosmic horror and so on). This was crowded, with slow moving people, but we made the sensible decision to move through the exhibition in reverse order — since we were there at opening time, we therefore saw the first half of the exhibition in entirely empty rooms before catching up with the crowd, but since it grouped the exhibits thematically rather than chronologically the order in which we saw things didn't really matter.
All in all, it was a lovely weekend, made even more pleasing by the fact that we somehow managed to get a hotel room in an incredibly nice (like, 4-star nice) hotel in central London on a Saturday night at a ridiculously cheap price, which was nothing short of miraculous!
This year, their touring show is a revival of Alegría, which I first saw as a teenager twenty-five years ago in Sydney. It wasn't my favourite Cirque show of that period, but I still loved it a lot, and had strong memories of the staging, music, costumes and acts. The revival sticks fairly close to the original — everything is tweaked and modified rather than made new, but to be honest, that suited me fine.
The story (such as it is when it comes to Cirque) is one of a decaying, corrupt Renaissance Italian city-state court; the 'joy' in the show's name is ironic — the kind of temporary, bittersweet freedom one finds in snatched, hoarded moments in difficult times. There are some fantastic acts — standouts for me include the 'fast track' X-shaped trampoline, across which acrobats launch themselves in tumbling rows, passing over and under one another, an act whose starting point is adagio but instead of involving pairs or groups of acrobats balancing on each other's arms, shoulders and bodies involves the fliers being hurled into the air from springy, narrow beams of wood set on the shoulders of pairs of human bases, with further balancing and acrobatics in groups standing/tumbling from and between the beams, and quite honestly one of the best group trapeze acts I've ever seen. (This last one was best enjoyed — at least from my perspective — right from our seats in the heights of the venue, because that gave the best vantage point for the logistics of it all: not just the technicians with their wires and pulleys, but also the various artists calling and signalling to each other in order to ensure they got the timing exactly right, which was essential in this act, and which they performed without a single problem. When I saw the same act in 1999, there were several failed catches in which performers fell into the net below, but not so this time around.)
In any case, it was a delight, and a huge improvement on several of the more recent Cirque shows I've seen (which have been ... fine, but not incredible).
As always when we go to concerts and performances in London, we stayed overnight and made a weekend of it, eating at several old favourites (
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All in all, it was a lovely weekend, made even more pleasing by the fact that we somehow managed to get a hotel room in an incredibly nice (like, 4-star nice) hotel in central London on a Saturday night at a ridiculously cheap price, which was nothing short of miraculous!