He can do "art" when he wants to, but he can't break his obsession for a pandering populism, driven by gargantuan greed. His tastes range from Monte Carlo gold to dump trunk pyrotechnics. His dark side trumps his deft artistic talents, and so he is our smorgasbord showman, drawing a little bit from that show, a little bit from over there, mixing up the styles to stay expediently contemporary, to please the masses and sell them his designer snow cones and floridly overwrought program magazines. To feed his insatiable habit.
Sometimes out of this crude eclecticism comes cutting-edge programing -- might last a whole half show. Usually, brilliance and banality parade side by side. The Great Act followed by the Pedestrian Yawner.
Kenneth Feld, shrewd big top boss, hits the mark often enough to merit degrees of respect, herein officially validated for your consideration.
Sometime back, this Feld of Felds produced a circus spec of exalting operatic grandeur and sweep -- Verdi might weep. The epic scoring, the costumery, the ensemble attack down the track and through the rings transformed common basketball arenas into glorious amphitheaters of triumphal pageantry, and the American circus once more proved its gift for lifting the "act" into glorious imagery and sound.
Name of the production?
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