Circus is perhaps the most distinctive form of theater,
where story lies at the service of movement and the outcome is always known but
always fresh - an uplifting sense of wonder and delight. Circus resembles the non-narrative
drama of a magic act, exploring danger and the fear of death but - one hopes -
brings us all home safely with a huge sigh of relief.
Circus Renaissance travels the Netherlands
and recently pitched its one-ring red tent, trailers and animals in a neighborhood
of Amsterdam for a week. One of the performers, 15-year-old Michael Betrian
is a friend of a friend of my daughter Flo, so we set out for Amsterdam during a trip to the
Netherlands to meet him and see his show.
A remarkably poised and handsome young man, compact in the
way of gymnasts, greeted us in costume - neat black pants and nifty short
jacket with gold braid decorations and buttons - showed us around the yard and
introduced his boss, the circus manager and ringmaster. His swashbuckling
outfit - gold and black striped pants tucked into boots and big white shirt -
completed an impression made by his over-six-foot height, iron grey hair and
commanding manner.
In a minute, we were inside the tent, where maybe 50 people
were scattered among 600-odd seats and which was a sauna on this hot afternoon,
and the eternal "The Circus Song" began over the loudspeakers.
Michael Betrian, center, with young friends |
Solange and the circus boss |
The strongman balanced a 100-kilo anvil on his forehead.
The tightrope man, walking about 20 feet off the ground, hopped through hoops, jumped rope and rode a unicycle. He lay back on an upholstered chair, balanced a ladder on his feet and a female acrobat climbed it to perform various balancing poses at the top. (I could only imagine how hot it was up there and felt for the performers in their long velvet pants, shirts and jackets.)
The tightrope man, walking about 20 feet off the ground, hopped through hoops, jumped rope and rode a unicycle. He lay back on an upholstered chair, balanced a ladder on his feet and a female acrobat climbed it to perform various balancing poses at the top. (I could only imagine how hot it was up there and felt for the performers in their long velvet pants, shirts and jackets.)
The pirate couple and their bird act |
The clown on stilts, his puppet and the pretty lady |
(There were a number of families with small children at this
3 p.m. show and one boy near us paid less attention to the ring than he did to
running up and down the aisle steps. Flo's comment: "Give a kid a circus
and he'll play with the stairs.")
At intermission, we went across the yard to the refreshment
tent, where the balance man was selling fiber-optic light wands and the
strongman was serving frites. I had to tell them how much I liked their
performances and they nodded. I felt for them.
After intermission, Michael Betrian was introduced by the
ringmaster as the youngest performer, who is "away from his mother." He
bounded out to a fast soundtrack, juggling hourglass-shaped diabolos using two
handles connected by a rope. With an acrobat's intensity, he joyfully made the
diabolos dance and fly. Although his rope got a little tangled at one point and
a couple of soaring diabolos hit the sawdust, you could see that Michael's act will
only get better and better and his speed was truly amazing. From what age has
this young man been practicing?
The portly animal trainer efficiently put six beautiful
tigers - including a white one - through their paces. They looked healthy and
well-cared-for, but the single elephant to me looked a little sad or possibly I
am anthropomorphizing.
The most surprising animal act for me was six trained
cows, who moved in unison, danced a little (I am really not kidding) and struck
a pose with their hooves on a small ledge. (I had noticed the cows in the yard
and wondered why the circus traveled with their own milk machines.)
Michael Betrian and his flying diabolos |
The elephant |
There were lovely female acrobats, including one who used a
huge fabric sail, and a quick change artist named Rama who took about five seconds
to emerge from a little booth in a new costume.
I mused on the hard nature of this work - two shows a day
with a day or two off - the need to maintain intense concentration and
training, the close quarters. We met Michael afterwards and he explained that
he travels with the circus in the summer while during the school year he lives
with his parents in Neimegen and joins the circus on weekends. I am in awe of
such discipline. Flo made a short video of Michael saying hello to his Dutch
friend in the U.S., then he had to go to supper.
Flo, Sem and I walked down the road, heading toward a dinner at a cool cafe called the Walvis (whale), but Michael had
another show to do.
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