Senin, 07 Juni 2010

Sunday Morning, Looking Back: Big Tops Perennially in Peril -- Cliche or Chronic Destiny???

This first appeared on June 7, 2010

Surviving a train wreck in De Mille's classic film, The Greatest Show on Earth

I am starting to reexamine my skeptical view of one circus movie or drama after another pushing the near bankrupt big top as central theme.

Maybe, out there in the real world, it’s always been this way?

Two sources are driving my new-found doubts: Lane Talburt's well-researched Bandwagon article, "From Deming to Deland," about the behind-the-scenes financial maneuvering that transferred the bankrupt Clyde Beatty Circus in 1956, out of the hands of failed owner Clyde Beatty himself, into the hands of Jerry Collins, Frank McClosky and Walter Kernan.

Exhibit Two: Numerous letters received in my mid teen years from old time circus aficionado Harry “Doc” Chapman, also serving up a steady banquet of doom and gloom predictions about the mighty Ringling show, from which, a sample crack:

“Mike Todd was suppose to have offered $750,000 for the show as it closed at Pittsburgh last season. He wanted everything. North would not sell out to him I heard. You may be able to buy it in a few years at your own price. Then you’ll be D. Ringling Bros. Hammarstrom I hope.”

Very funny, reading it looking back. Chapman, who was born the year before the Ringling Bros. started up their own circus in 1884 (and told me that Barnum & Bailey’s 1914 spec, Wizard Prince of Arabia, was the “best” one he’d seen), seemed to revel in the bleak aftermath of the fall of the final Ringling big top for in 1956, merrily sprinkling raindrops of doom and gloom onto my boyhood fantasies of imminent canvas resurrection in Ringling land.

Hmmm, that sounds an awful lot like the way certain people I know in Sarasota go on, year after year after ...

Even De Mille’s movie, The Greatest Show on Earth, early into the melodramatic footage pushed that old cliche, in a fresh variation, “Will we stay out for only 10 weeks or get a full season?”

Chapman liked to tell me in his lengthy missives about fans who could not wait each week to read in the Billboard of great business under big tops that was not in fact happening. Another laugh, I suppose. I did not like that. I believed in those dramatic Billboard headlines “Straw Houses Greet Hunt Bros. ... Mills Spotty in Tennessee ... ” Chapman often claimed that the Ringling show was rarely pulling in more than 2,500 to maybe 4,000 people (into an eight-thousand seat tent).

When you think about it, how could it not be this way? After all, circus owners every season face the same old problem in luring ticket buyers back into their tops: They have a NEW show, not same old same old. But in the public’s collective mind, certainly truer today than one hundred years ago, circuses are basically the same — unlike a new stage musical, movie or rock concert. And so maybe that’s the bugaboo that makes trouping such a vexing, hazardous, daunting, muddy — oh, heck, you fill in your own words — challenge/ordeal/saga/calling.

Clyde Beatty proved he did not have the right stuff to keep a tent show on the road for very long. Mr. McClosky proved he did have the right stuff.

In fact, troupers disprove Harry “Doc” Chapman every season when, somehow, someway, they still hit the sawdust trails, still high hopping their way from one town to the next.

So let’s bring out Mr. Chapman one more time, just for the fun of it:

“Back in 1954, in the backyard here while taking with Merle Evans, Pat Valdo and others I said the circus was doomed. They almost wanted to run me off the lot but only a year made my prediction come true. It seemed strange that the troupers could not understand this.”

Stranger still that Mr. Chapman could not understand what those redoubtable troupers may have felt down deep in their blood ...

“Hey, Buttons! —- Brad says we play the full season!”

Well, what do you know.

6.7.10

Jumat, 04 Juni 2010

The Morning Midway: The Faceless Frank McClosky Makes a Faceless Cameo in Bandwagon

I have no idea who this man was, and likely never will. Of all the figures who have owned and moved circuses, Mr. M. is a total blank to me. I see a cigar in his mouth, a man perhaps finally being able to get himself snapped into a publicity photo. A man perhaps in his own mind a big player.

Not to be critical, I recall one of the best shows I ever saw, Beatty-Cole in Richmond, VA, 1961, what a crackling straight ahead 3-ring tentbuster. It sparkled that afternoon. Although it was, they will tell you, McClosky's partner, Walter Kernan, whose passion for the art of the performance is said to have informed and helped shape the generally strong shows. That's what Ken Dodd and a few others have advanced.

McClosky? He has always been a dead figure in my mind. Bring him to life, anybody out there who may wish to inject a little blood into his flat veins. Bright pink cool aid would do. All of the other circus tycoons give off personality, be they true impresarios or borderline crooks.

This came to mind, reading part two (did I miss part one?) of a detailed account by Lane Talburt in the latest issue of Bandwagon, covering the ownership conversion of the Clyde Beatty Circus in the mid-50's away from poor Mr. Beatty, who had to accept a buy out from Jerry Collins (he has a personality!), McClosky, et all, and then, once-again, a performer only status, in the wake of the collapse of his circus during the disastrous 1956 season. That's when King Bros. ended up stranded on a highway ditch, when the mighty Ringling-Barnum big top said bye bye, world, at Pittsburgh, PA.

Name any one you want: John Strong, Otto Ringling, Ben Davenport, Louis Stern, Binder or Byrd, Vargas or Feld or Laliberte -- they all have distinctive personas, whether you like what they have or not.

Frank McClosky? Who he?

Rabu, 02 Juni 2010

The Morning Midway: Return of the Circus Courier -- Ringling is Coming At You!


Just in my dying mailbox, a gigantic glossy fold-out flyer bearing the imposing words:

BARNUM'S FUNUNDRUM

Wow!

I haven't been dazzled by anything this visually circus-captivating in how many years, if ever?

Feld Entertainment is certainly taking an older bolder kind of marketing campaign.

Brilliant design. Outstanding textual clarity, kept to a minimum.

OPENING NIGHT TICKETS $15!

Unfolded, my 12" wide invitation stands 22" tall and just might make a visit to my wall. Colors: Radiant Ringling Red, Baby Barnum Blue, and Florida sunshine yellow.

The concept reminds me of what they were doing, on a much much smaller scale, during the last years of the John Ringling North era.

Spectacular!

Oh wait, it's addressed to me with a preferred customer code. Possibly because of a previous on-line ticket purchase. 10 weeks in advance.

Eat your hearts out, all of you non-preferred losers.

Gosh, I feel like funundrumming already!

(p.s. oh, why did I have to read deeper. Circus celebrity seat holders will "perform in the show!" Big gigantic wistful sigh, over and out. Does that mean, if I buy the ten dollar ticket, I can bring my own hula hoop?)

Minggu, 30 Mei 2010

Sunday Snapshots from China: Trains


A little background first: China's fastest-in-the-world new high speed trains, seen here in a photo off the internet, will eventually span out into 17 nations.

First, drum rolls and trumpets for Candy Wei and the agency for whom she works with such imperial competence, China Highlights. She ended up handling all of our train reservations. She was simply wonderful, with us every step of the way securing first class accommodations (tickets never go on sale until a few days before the train's departure). Tickets were delivered to our hotels, so convenient. And she laid tracks for us at a most difficult time -- during the Canton Fair in Guangzhou and the imminent Shanghai Expo opening just around the corner. I'm giving you contact info for Candy below.


I know some of you will automatically be interested. You who like the circus probably like trains, and I promise not to bash Amtrak. You will soon find out why.




Here is our waiting day train, D32, Shanghai to Beijing, fastest train we rode. It rarely reached, as I vaguely recall, around 154 miles per hour; hard to believe, train was so smooth. On average, (a digital sign continuously displayed KM speed), much closer to a little over 100 mph.




Super clean. Super modern. Super quiet. And yet, it too arrived --- yes, late! I think under an hour.


What I liked the most about all three trains we rode was the feeling of relentless movement forward, with very few station stops and extremely rare delays for freights, unlike Amtrak. All of the trains, however, arrived by an hour or two late. I counted 17 or 18 cars on one train, all but the diner for passengers.


By far the most fun ride was on the T170, Guangzhou to Shanghai. I've already blogged about these friendly guys, two of whom shared our 4-person "soft sleeper" compartment, the guys who wondered if I knew the song "Hotel California." It was a pleasure to see Boyi, down right in the photo, so happily engaged in lively conversation, in his native tongue of course, with his compatriots.

Not anywhere near "super clean" was this train, though its more traditional if somewhat worn decor fairly charmed the eye. You're told not to take the diner, bring your own snacks. You're told to bring your own toilet paper, too; wish we had. Boyi returned following a visit to the in-house astonished to tell me what a totally horrible smell had attacked him. I was so prepared for an outhouse Tsunami, that once I arrived, what a delightful relief. Just a mildly innocuous scent of you-know-what ruling the captive air.




From a train, the scenery out the window does not lie. You see the old and the new, but then again, that's not really so different from any train ride, right?


Are those solar panels?


I wish we'd taken more photos. I am shy about snapping group shots impromptu, and all the trains were packed full, with people standing in the coaches, and "hard sleeper" passengers spilling out into the corridors for lively socializing and game playing.


Waking up above, a mate in our compartment.


I wondered what Boyi was thinking, gazing out upon a vast landscape he'd never seen until now in the country that raised him.

The high speed train up north sounds very exciting. Still, I think I would bring my own toilet paper and noodles.

I've only ever once before used a travel agent, Thomas Cook when I went to Russia thirty years ago. Candy is the Thomas Cook of China.

Candy Wei
Travel Adviser at China Highlights
Tel: (86-773)-2885331; Mob: 13471281685
Toll free: (call from USA and Canada ) 800-2682918 ext 5331
(call in China ) 800-8793007
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Kamis, 27 Mei 2010

New Circus Rising in China: Star Acrobats Add Aerial Exploits, Novel Twists, Dazzling Direction and Music; Privately Funded-Produced Another Big Boon


Take a look at the photo above. Grainy, yes — a still from a video I took, but this was the real thing. THE moment. THE reason we go to circuses.

Exotically charismatic young rolla bolla fellow, nameless per tradition, working over another rolla bolla, from tip of extended board flips cups and saucers onto his head. Called "bowl kicking," the display is set to music I would buy right now if I could, composed by one of China’s leading pop icons, Guo Feng. Possibly nothing better exemplifies the remarkable artistic revelations pouring down upon a new generation of Chinese Acrobats, long associated with preserving staid traditions, than this one crowing moment. Look what they’ve combined.

Point made already? Should I now take my leave?

Absolutely astonishing. Nothing can match the thrill for me of seeing for the first time something this good and so dramatically staged and scored.

Well, I’m too excited to take my leave, so here goes ...

You’ve likely seen a typical touring Chinese acrobatic troupe. On a stage. To recorded music. Scare scenery. Finely craft acts steeped in tradition from plate spinning to hoop diving.

After hundreds of years preserving strict traditions with impeccable fidelity, a modern Chinese style circus is now emerging. You’ve got to go there to see it. In Beijing. In Shanghai. In Guangzhou. In the major capitols, directors, choreographers and A-List song writers are crafting some brilliant shows. One even performs in a circle. And one even uses a live band. Another throws open the back doors to animal acts. All animals. Many of them feature a wheel of destiny and the motor bike globe of death. Better yet, some are inventing brand new aerial routines. Remember the Yunnan Flyers with Ringling in ‘06? They came from here, from one of the hundred or so acrobatic troupes that dot this mysteriously vast land.


“At the moment, we are in a very sensitive transitional period in time,” said Tian Run Min when we spoke at length over tea in the lobby of Hotel Kapok Wangfujing where I was staying, only a couple of blocks from the Forbidden City in Beijing. Mr. Tian graciously agreed to take my questions while a tape recorder ran. A most valuable source, he has been active in the acrobatic scene since 1985; he is a member of the China Acrobatic Artistes Association; he serves as artistic adviser to the Chinese State Circus in the U.K, for whom he supplies scholarly notes in its program magazines, and is a contributing editor to China Acrobatics & Magic. He also offers input to directors and choreographers and has co-scripted a few shows himself.

The subject of greatest interest to me were the surprisingly inventive shows I’d already seen during my visit. Great acts, I'd expected to see, yes. But shows? Mr. Tian acknowledged a creative ferment in the air. “There are very many influences with the Chinese acrobats,” he said. “from tradition to a new way. You can’t find an authority opinion.”

A major point of discussion among leading Chinese directors concerns how much Cirque du Soleil influence should be allowed into the mix. “Some people say you can’t copy that. Some go to Cirque du Soleil and they try to learn everything. Other people say ‘doesn’t make sense, we should make something new and for yourself, and from China and from our traditions.’”

In fact, rare CDS visits to China have not fared anywhere near as well as they do in other markets.

Quite obliviously, the Cirque phenomenon has emboldened and/or challenged the countries world famous acrobats to think well beyond the act, into the realm of the entire show, and the results can be stunning. Nor are they slavishly imitative to my eyes. They are slyly adaptive. Think Bill Gates appropriating Steve Jobs.

Another force driving these dramatic changes are a slowly growing number of private as opposed to state funded troupes. The entrepreneurial spirit is on the rise here. Mr. Tian listed four companies, believing there may be several more. The government funds at least one troupe in each of the 22 provinces, sometimes two, and some city-based troupes as well. Yet no single agency in Beijing actively controls any of the troupes. Neither does the powerless Chinese Acrobatics Association. Explained Mr. Tian, there are only expectations from on high. “The government is officially saying you should present more shows for the people. You should make the new acts. You should train the talents, you should win more medals.”



Go to Shanghai, and you’ll see over two nights the stark differences between a stolidly traditional troupe in a recital-like format so threadbare and stale you can almost smell the mildew. That would be the Charming Shanghai Acrobatic Show, above, at a very old and fraying theatre; the other would be the ultra contemporary ERA Intersection of Time, presented on a three-quarter round circular stage. With outside direction and scoring from Canadians (among them, long-time CDS choreographer Debra Brown), this high-tech ERA production builds masterfully on Chinese staples, linking them with live mood music, body movement interludes and a central recurring character in the form of an astonishingly gifted aging bowl balancer, another of the nameless wonders from a country that still can’t bring itself to name names. Somehow for me, though not for my friend Boyi Yuan (who preferred Charming Shanghai), ERA sustained itself in a mystical abstract realm. And somehow, eight motorcyclists inside the globe of death for a finale — an apt metaphor for this show’s name? — proved not tacky but almost hypnotic.


An even better ticket, on which both Boyi and I agreed, was the Flying Acrobatics Show in Beijing at the Chaoyang Theater, created and directed exclusively by Chinese, and another private venture if my notes are correct. They perform everyday at 5:15 and 7:15. The one hour and fifteen minute program, including a brief intermission, is terrifically paced and casts a powerful Chinese spell, achieved through Guo Feng’s original score and fantastic laser lighting effects. Thick makeup masks worn by the cast do not much please Mr. Tian, who views them as something of a sell out to Cirque showmanship.


Think what he may, thanks, I’d say, to the Montreal monster, at last the Chinese have found artistic liberation that one could argue they have long needed, a liberation they never got from watching U.S. shows. But still, I was curious and so I couldn’t help but ask Mr. Tian, “What do you think the Chinese directors in general think of the American circus?”

“We appreciate American circus use of production,” he replied. “The first, their production; The second is American circus use of the clown, very famous. Very impressive. Also, the presentation of the American circus artists.” My sharing guest surprised me with a personal definition of circus bordering on passionate advocacy:

“For me, the concept of circus: there are three: animals, clowns and the big top. there must be animals, also, it must be performed under the big top.”


Why the recent introduction of aerial acts into some programs? In fact, Mr. Tian told me there have been trapeze displays in years gone by, that some troupes performed under a tent, and a few of them featured animals.

I talked up the bowl kicking routine, and vented my frustration over discovering an outstanding artist whose name I could not find in the program. Why do they refuse to build up anybody’s personal identity, I wanted to scream. No, David, take another sip of tea.

“They don’t,” answered Mr. Tian ruefully, seeming to share my implicit aggravation. “No. They pay much attention to the whole group. They don’t like to train the single act. They don’t build up just one or two artists to become more famous.”

Is that a policy?

“I can’t understand,” he said. “For the other disciplines of the performing arts, like the Peking Opera, that’s the tradition. They build up the name.”

The directors, he suspects, are the culprits. “I am the boss. I must be more important than the artist.”

Another prime motivator for these impressive artistic developments can be directly attributed, Mr. Tian asserts, to “the international market and the international circus festivals, especially Monte Carlo and Salon Mondial du Cirque in Paris”

By far the most un-Chinese circus in China that I have glimpsed, only in YouTube clips, is the Chimelong Circus in Guangzhou, which also hosts foreign companies, among them visits by Russian performers. Its spectacular scenic and lighting effects give off a phantasmagorical atmosphere. Here there are many animal acts. I’m not sure what to make of it, having missed it during my recent trip.

I’ll end with the program photo of the bowl kicker. I like to play the movie I made of this feat, not just for the action but for the music. Somebody in the states should hire its composer Guo Feng to create an entire new circus score — if Guy Laliberte does not get to him first.

Want to see the future? Want to hear the future? Go to China.



[Photos, from the top: bowl kicker, figures at finale, contortionists from Flying Acrobatics Show; man pulling cart, vase juggler, aerial duo from ERA Intersection of Time; hat jugglers from Charming Shanghai Acrobatic Show.]

5.27.10

Senin, 24 Mei 2010

New Circus Movie Rumbles into SoCal Town; Shooting Soon to Begin



The film adaptation of Sara Gruen's novel Water for Elephants is set to begin filming in the towns of Fillmore and Santa Paula, located in Ventura County in Southern California.

Evidently, Sean Penn, earlier rumored to be up for a leading role, is out. In is famed Hal Holrook, to play "old" Jacob, who narrates the story from a nursing home, sharing memories of his circus days.

Stars include Reese Witherspoon, Cristoph Waltz and Robert Pattinson. Richard LaGravenese scripted. Francis Lawrence is directing.

Filming expected to wrap in around 30 days.

Spotted behind a rented fence staking out the set were "more than 10 red, yellow and orange boxy circus wagons." About a dozen old-fashioned railroad cars were also discovered on tracks near the lot.

I await this film with tempered expectations. Seems that circus movies have a hard time avoiding cliche melodramatic plots assumed to please mainstream audiences. At the center of the tale is a "cruel animal trainer," to be essayed by Waltz, who landed an Oscar this year for Inglourious Basterds.

Yet to appear are those award-winning circus fans from PETA.

Minggu, 23 Mei 2010

Banana Shpeel in New York Escapes Chicago's Dreadful Reception; Earns Mostly Negative Notices

UPDATE, 5/24, 4 PM PST: I've now included excerpts from the NYT notice.

Among the first notices out on Cirque du Soleil's new stage show at the Beacon Theatre, slated to run through August and then hit the touring circuit, only does Variety (an early supporter, also, of Wintuk) give this attempt at a new vaudeville bash a fairly solid thumbs up. Others range from nasty to pleasantly mediocre. Here are a sampling of excerpts:

From NewJerseyNewsRoom.Com: "That loud thud resonating from the Upper West Side last night was the opening performance of "Banana Shpeel," a dud new event from Cirque du Soleil that bowed at the Beacon Theatre on Wednesday. ... Aiming for a summer-long run, "Banana Shpeel" is a disappointing misfire of tedious comedy, generally thrill-free acrobatic acts and lots of mediocre tap dancing."

From Variety: "... the delays and the Cirque/MSG bankroll have allowed writer/director David Shiner to turn this fruit salad into a veritable banana split of a show, with three creamy scoops topped by gloppy fudge and plenty of nuts ...has you laughing from both sides of your seat ... a boisterously winning funfest."

From the Associated Press: "The new, lighthearted variety show "Banana Shpeel" features a visually brilliant but disappointingly spotty program of acrobatics, juggling, dance and mostly tiresome slapstick."

From The New York Times: ..."clown eradication is something that would benefit all of humanity and would certainly benefit this show, which is not as entertaining as something that lasts almost two and a half hours ought to be ...You know your show has a bad book when the audience spends its time wishing the lady with the juggling feet would come back."

The NYT has posted four consumer reviews, three of them scathing, one a rave. Here are a couple:

The Bad:

"This was so bad, really, really bad. There were three maybe four good acts, but the concept "shpeel" was so completely unfunny, and so overworked, as to make one shake one's head. It seemed to be a Las Vegas version of a corny vaudeville show, but when you then open that in New York City it is just asking for trouble. David Shiner, the original main clown of Cirque and a prominent pioneer of the New Vaudeville, should have known better, but I am guessing he is seeing levels of irony that are just deadened by anesthetizing boredom. I feel bad for the few real acts that were sandwiched in here. There are two reasons, I see for this coming to pass. One, a long debt to one of Cirque's original talents. Two, by stretching themselves far too thin, the corporate behemoth that is Cirque Du Soleil just needs to get product out there, and standards are a casualty." -- Dennis, NY

The Good:

"Opening night of this show was well worth the delays! Cirque wisely postponed and reworked and the result is an incredibly entertaining show featuring the old adage 'go big or go home'. No other show features so much in the space of two hours. To begin with, costumes, set, lighting in this incredible theatre were both exciting and magical, and then the throw-back story line of a bygone era - blustery Broadway producer being foiled by idiots - somehow Cirque reinvented the wheel - again. The characters were broad, the clowning was inspired - the entire audience was exploding with laughter. Then there was the dancing - its been a while since I've witnessed this kind of talent on a Broadway stage. The choreography makes other productions look like high school. The tap routines are thrilling - and one piece, looked like eccentric dance on a three-piece stage which moved up and down while the dancers moved across it - all the while in black-out glow costumes. This show is what entertainment used to be. Thanks Cirque, for taking the time to get it right!
– ebw, NY

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