Alegria transports us into a time when dream was part of normal life; a period of Kings, Queens, magicians and fools. These are the times of the traveling family, criss-crossing Old Europe at caravans and enjoying into a endless series of cities and hamlets. Years after, in substantially the exact same manner, a little band of gifted Canadian celebrities could roam the streets of Quebec City, dance, breathing fire, and enjoying audio.
Alegria (“Joy”) is not as obscure than every other name that the company have come up with, and its own narrative no less spurious. The promotion trumpets the bit for a party of the dispossessed – the bad, the insane, clowns, artists – but what’s offered on point is as shiny and costly as any other show in town. It’s done by roughly 50 individuals who perform perfectly-orchestrated moves, some gradual, some so fast they blur, to stunning romantic audio from Rene Dupere. (The audio was so good I was happy to discover then that there’s a soundtrack available for sale.)
In my view, children under age 8 would not really know Alegria, or Cirque du Soleil generally. That is partially because younger children would not know the skits that split the acrobatic acts (they would probably like), but also because the series is created for people who have more attention spans. My 8-year-old, who’s pretty analytic as 8-year-olds go, did not really understand that, possibly, but gave up attempting to and only took in what she would. I’d have had difficulty spending cash for tickets to get a younger kid, particularly to the more expensive chairs. There were not so many in the crowd once we attended, anyhow.
Alegria, the famous traveling series from the legendary Cirque players, is still another masterful feather within an already very plumed cap. It’s many of the exact same happy themes found in other Cirque shows; brightly colored costuming, beautiful first choreography and score, and quirky, unforgettable characters. They, and I, were thrilled, thrilled, and perplexed by turns, but we had been just as amazed as crowds have been throughout the many years which Cirque du Soleil has been around.
For people who don’t buy in the bundle, but this dulling of humor begins to matter. It will not help the slick choreography irons out the quirks and genius of both individual actors, nor each action comes muffled with exactly the exact same souped-up muzak. After all, you feel that your sense of wonder was manipulated, prefabricated. It’s possible to see the show’s excitement with flawless clarity, however, the odor and the perspiration of danger are absent.