In the city there are men, women and children. In the city there are those who have much and
those who have nothing; those who go unnoticed and those who disturb. In the city there are
those who have eyes but can't see, ears but can't hear. In the city there are those who are
not accounted for, and there are the heroes of the everyday struggle. In the city there's a
kind of wildlife, from the beggar to the painter and the street entertainer, that brings
enchantment to our world on the road to disenchantment. And, in the city, there is Saltimbanco…

The world we enter in Saltimbanco is one unlike any other - even in a Cirque-centric universe.
At the start, the entire arena is covered in a large white sheet, which hangs there like a sentinel
in waiting, hiding the joys and sorrows of the world. It parts to reveal a world rich in color and
texture. The stage and its environs are reminiscent of a bright, fantastic forest - rich, bright
blues and greens dominate in eye-popping colors. And the inhabitants of this world are straight out
of an iridescent comic book. Saltimbanco's is a world that exists in primary colors - red, yellow,
blue, green - with little variation in the between the line hues.
The colors in Saltimbanco are eye-popping, but the Baron warns us - "Juzoom, Joozoom!" - that this
world of color isn't all happiness and joy. Saltimbanco is an antidote to the violence and despair of
the 20th Century, they say, and when the covering is removed, we are introduced to the proposed new
vision of urbanity, one overflowing with optimism and happiness!
The acts flow one after the other as this mythic fable unfolds. But, again, not through any traditional
sense of a story line. There is no lost child who carries through to catharsis; no sad hunchback who tells
us his tales of lost love and desire. But instead, a kaleidoscope of characters, and images, that lead
us to a perhaps brighter future. Dominated by two species - the Worms and the Baroques - the world of
Saltimbanco is a rich one, indeed. The Worms are the nameless, faceless many who aspire to be better
than they are, to transcend the low social strata. The Baroques are the antithesis - with a deeply
perceptive sense of the world around them. The Worms spend their time in trying to achieve the status of
Baroque.
There is a certain simplicity, too, to this show. It is full of a child-like wonder and amazement.
It is an exploration, and celebration, of imagination run wild, and perhaps less complicated and more
playful than any of Cirque's other creations. Which is not to say that the dark side doesn't linger
just beyond the horizon - Death makes an appearance at one point, and there are those who would steal
the joy. But all in all, it is a playful, beautiful show, yet always aware of its own mortality.
Text written by T. Clay Buck, as published in the “Fascination! Newsletter”.
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| Position: | Act 1; 1/10 |
| Song: | Rideau / Kumbalawé |
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