Whatever you do, don’t see Cavalia. We don’t know how it was that TOist found ourselves stuck in the distillery district with two free tickets to Cavalia(a Cirque du Soleil gone to the horses kind of thing) last year, but somehow it happened, and we’ve been forever scarred.
The show is a crudely-wrought cheesefest, from the bad music to the bad costumes to the bad horse dancing. And why anyone would pay upwards of eighty dollars to watch a poor palimino prance is beyond TOist. We can hardly believe that the show is back for another year, but so it is, and so our dissolution with big ticket theatre festers. Unsurprisingly, The Star, also a sponsor of this horses gone wild extravaganza, had only great things to say about this show. A sampler:
Frédéric Pignon, equestrian extraordinaire, wears his waist-long hair in a mane that matches that of the sleek animals he frolics with, usually on the ground where they are all equals. Co-director Magali Delgado is the sure-seated rider who can make a horse do a tap dance, if she wants, with a shift of her hips.
If only we too could make horses tap dance by swinging our hips. What?