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| - I get that it's supposed to be the sexy Cirque du Soleil, but bare boobs, buff dudes, and juvenile sexual humor do not without more necessarily "sensual" make.
The cirque acts, minus perhaps the girl in the yellow rubber-looking suit solo-simulating some sort of asphyxiation bondage scene to what sounds like a loud porn soundtrack (well, that's what Earl said on the way to the prayer meeting) sliding up and down what looks like seatbelts made of bungee cords, and sounds like corduroy sliding against corduroy, were great. Unfortunately the lame, scripted attempt at cabaret, the juvenile humor, and general yapping that fills over half the show greatly detracts.
Five stars for the artistry and athleticism of the acts and sheer physical beauty of the main performers; Five for the humor where members of the audience are brought in; Five for having a bit of ethnic and appearance diversity - not every performer is an exemplar of stereotypes of beauty and fitness but all contribute to the show; Two for the weak, too-scripted effort at cabaret, and way too much dialogue from the androgynous ringmaster. Two stars for the time-filling antics and dialogue of the recurring "tacky couple" whose slapstick humor is such that the stick is a dildo - or 3.
That said, the theater is great, few if any poor seats, and a Cirque show that's less than it could be is still worth the cost for the ornate spectacle.
It's a show that truly contains some beautiful performances of grace and athleticism - and yes, sensuality, with performers of undeniable sexual appeal, but the script on this one needs to be reworked and shortened, radically. A lot less talk and a little (or more) action would go a long way to improving this show.
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