Cirque Dreams was enchanting, as I had suspected it would be. The set and costumes were dramatic and exciting, while the lighting and sound brought ethereal, other-worldly qualities. Acrobats and dancers wove around the stage, appearing from clouds in doorways or from behind the curtain to be revealed on a trapeze high in the air. Other characters moved out into the audience and drew people onto the stage for some easy humour.
This is a rich and vivid show, with always almost too much going on to take it all in. The acts are astounding as we fear for the man balancing atop numerous cylinders and crates while he turns a full 360 degrees, or watch two women on a trapeze spin and tangle themselves around one another while attached only by a precarious foothold. Two contortionists put themselves into impossible positions on a platform while dancers around them, wearing masks, each held two other masks, mimicing, reflecting and countrepointing that a face seemed impossibly to emerge from the centre of a body, or beneath a pair of feet.
Black light on dreamlike costumes drew the eye and then confounded it, confusing expectations. Nothing was as you’d think in this show; even the “strong men”, who had muscles on their muscles, danced slowly and gracefully from one pose to the next, moving impossibly slowly from one astonishing feat of balance and strength to the next.
This was almost two hours of inspiring spectacle. Its creativity is astonishing and finely polished.