Just extended: Cirque du brain fry

"Corteo"—Cirque du Soleil's latest feat of weird beauty

By Kimberly Waid, Special to Metromix

September 3, 2007


Just extended: Cirque du brain fry
My jaw was so open, you coulda pitched an apple in my pie hole at "Corteo," the limber-legged new child of the Cirque du Soleil troupe. Just a few steps under the big top, and I found myself surrounded by heavenly décor and floating angels as a potbellied announcer told the tale of a great clown who’d just passed. The rest of the show saw his ghost learning to fly as he looked back on his past and his dear circus friends. Reminiscent of Tim Burton’s "Big Fish," Corteo blurs illusion and reality with both the dreamlike story and the seemingly impossible feats its cast takes on. Dude, there are dancers hanging from chandeliers by their toes. Read on.

So you say that time you walked in a straight line for a cop at 3 a.m. was amazing? Well, the highwire lady has you beat both treading, cycling and hoola hooping up a steep metal rope, then celebrating with a vigorous thrash of her glitter-soaked hair.

Your childhood memories may rear back and slap you in the face during a teeter-totter routine and a pillow fight as pig-tailed dancers backflip and bounce higher than a cat off a trampoline. The most amazing sight, albeit simpler, is the helium dance in which a very teeny sweet thing suspended by six enormous balloons dances with the clown and floats through the crowd. And yes there’s juggling, mime, music and more pixie dust.

Okay, so you’ve seen a Cirque show before and think it’s rad but they’re all the same. I beg to differ as this one is chockful of narrative. You say you’re not into the heavenly theme. Let me introduce you to hot gals and gents who twist and cavort their bodies way better than last night at Jumbo’s Clown Room. I do recommend filling your belly beforehand, as the options are limited to candy, dogs or popcorn. There’s also no booze but with its panic attack traffic start time of 8 p.m., I recommend a soda and afterwards making the 6.86-mile trek to Mandrake on the way home.  And you’ll have plenty to talk about from the twisty dancers, celebrities in earshot and the fly or two that may have flown in your open maw. Save the peyote for later, as you’re already going to be pinching yourself purple both from the dancers or sitting next to Paula Abdul (true story)! Just don’t try any of this at home later. Pixie dust is only so magical.

Where: The Los Angeles Forum

When: August 25 through October 28

How: Check here for showtimes, and a link to nab tickets, which range from $50-90 each