ZAGREB RESIDENCY FESTIVAL NOVOG ... - Unpack the Arts
ZAGREB RESIDENCY FESTIVAL NOVOG ... - Unpack the Arts
ZAGREB RESIDENCY FESTIVAL NOVOG ... - Unpack the Arts
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Now you see it…<br />
now you don’t:<br />
Character<br />
and Circus<br />
S U S I E W I L D<br />
At <strong>the</strong> eighth year of Festival Novog Cirkusa in<br />
Zagreb trickery was at work as new magic met<br />
new circus on and off stage. From <strong>the</strong><br />
disappearing ink of <strong>the</strong> programme through <strong>the</strong><br />
surreal spectacle of Le Cirque Invisible to <strong>the</strong><br />
unseen trickster in L’Autre nothing was quite<br />
what it seemed.<br />
Beginning with a magical mystery tour, a bus<br />
drove <strong>the</strong> audience from Zagreb to Slovenia to<br />
enjoy Le Cirque Invisible – a two-hour play session<br />
of magic, humour and transformations by <strong>the</strong><br />
enchanting Victoria Chaplin, daughter of Charlie,<br />
and her cheery life partner Jean-Baptiste Thiérrée.<br />
Victoria Chaplin and Jean-Baptiste Thiérrée met<br />
in 1969. They cut an odd but compelling couple.<br />
Chaplin, an elegantly elfin acrobat and beguiling<br />
shape-shifting chameleon with long dark locks<br />
and ever-widening eyes, and <strong>the</strong>n Thiérrée, a<br />
madcap clown-wizard with wild-white hair,<br />
twinkling blue eyes and a big grin. Timeless<br />
archetypes of nostalgic circus, <strong>the</strong> eccentric and<br />
devoted pair have been performing this, <strong>the</strong>ir third<br />
show, across <strong>the</strong> globe for three decades. Jean-<br />
Baptiste Thiérrée would have loved “to have<br />
produced just one, but work[ed] on its<br />
improvement forever”. For him, it never seems<br />
tiresome, and his playful joie de vivre is<br />
contagious; we let him carry us away with Le<br />
Cirque Invisible and away with <strong>the</strong> fairies to a land<br />
of imaginative make believe.<br />
“Hup!” shouts Jean-Baptiste as each trick is<br />
revealed. He is a master of blink-and-you-miss-it<br />
visual gags and pimptastic costumes. You’ll have<br />
wardrobe envy at least once during <strong>the</strong><br />
performance as he appears in kitsch suits of<br />
tapestry, space-age silver or zebra print, carrying<br />
matching suitcase-tables of tricks. Predictably<br />
unpredictable, he tells jokes, juggles, creates loud<br />
crashes from teeny tiny objects, turns silk<br />
handkerchiefs into doves and, at one point, saws<br />
Victoria Chaplin in half. Victoria’s brand of<br />
costumery is more performance high art: she<br />
sculpts her own strange little worlds out of fabric<br />
and furniture, creating a muddled menagerie of<br />
surreal fantasy creatures from bulls and dragons<br />
to underwater dwellers. Chaplin is a mistress of<br />
reinvention. One minute a one-woman band<br />
playing a tune with cutlery and glassware, in<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r she is a flowerpot woman, a hermit crab,<br />
or a coffee-drinking lady. A trained dancer and<br />
acrobat, at times she moves away from oddness<br />
to create real beauty with movement, as with her<br />
swirling silk projection dance, of an ilk first<br />
pioneered by Loie Fuller, and her surprisingly<br />
sprightly grace in <strong>the</strong> art of contortion, and on<br />
<strong>the</strong> tightrope, where she does <strong>the</strong> splits.<br />
Between <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong>y have a top-hat-full of<br />
presence (and rabbits). The characters and <strong>the</strong><br />
love story and <strong>the</strong> years of experience become<br />
<strong>the</strong> glue that holds <strong>the</strong> acts toge<strong>the</strong>r and keeps<br />
our attention; even as <strong>the</strong> repetitive nature of acts<br />
and gags starts to grate. We laugh and we allow<br />
ourselves to be small children, suspending<br />
disbelief even as we see <strong>the</strong> hands of <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
assistants, or tricks that fail, because <strong>the</strong>se are<br />
masters of <strong>the</strong>ir trade. They wink at us and each<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r, bursting with prowess, pride, selfdeprecation<br />
and self-irony as <strong>the</strong> up-closeness of<br />
small <strong>the</strong>atre viewings of <strong>the</strong>ir acts deconstructs<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir circus techniques and <strong>the</strong> semantics of <strong>the</strong><br />
magic show whilst still showing a mixed<br />
mainstream audience a good time.<br />
Rarely on stage toge<strong>the</strong>r, <strong>the</strong>ir cycling finale is<br />
a double act of chrome contraptions – wheels<br />
weird and wonderful – before a never-ending<br />
curtain call (as if to say, ‘look what else we can<br />
do’). A pass-<strong>the</strong>-parcel of costume changes and<br />
bonus acts, with <strong>the</strong> go-go energy of <strong>the</strong> Duracell<br />
bunnies <strong>the</strong>y finally fill <strong>the</strong> stage with.<br />
What was not invisible, but was meant to be,<br />
led to <strong>the</strong> two unintended mishaps of Friday<br />
evening’s double bill. Raphaël Navarro and<br />
Clément Debailleul (Cie 14:20)’s career may be<br />
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