Saturday night was circus night.
If you have been reading this page during the last year, you know how much I enjoy The Big Top. Enough to have been lured into two Mexican circuses during the last year.
My exposure to Mexican circuses was less than stellar. Minimal talent. But still fun.
On Saturday night, minimal talent was not the issue. It was Cirque du Soleil night.
Kooza. The company's latest road production.
March of last year, I told you about my last trip to Cirque du Soleil -- turkey and trapezes. That show was everything I expected it to be -- pure magic.
During my year in Mexico, I missed certain cultural events. Cirque du Soleil was not one. Or it need not have been. I could have attended a performance in Guadalajara in the winter. I didn't.
Even with my broken ankle, I was not going to miss a Cirque du Soleil fix. But a fix it was not.
If everything is ruined by repetition, it is just as true that great producers sometimes create mediocre productions.
Mediocre may not be the best word. Disappointing would be better.
When I walk out of most Cirque du Soleil shows, I feel as if I am departing an enchanted land. On Saturday, I felt as if I had just seen a nice acrobatic and dance recital. It was all very well performed. But it was not magic.
And Thomasa is a good lesson for me to remember when I return to Mexico. Magic is where you find it.
