It swings, it sue, it sends in the flocks of green wood, but they have the hard rind! Timber! Cirque Alfonse recreates the TOHU sitting Hut to Canada “kid” in the heart of the city. In this false supported logging of assault by the Rifleman family camp, bearded guys do flit trunks of tree, the massive logs and sharp axes to the sound of violins and the Jew’s harp.
Before even that they put the foot in the theatre, marshmallows that smoked out on wood fires and the plume of moose hanging on a wall of the Tohu soon Tuesday night to immerse the audience in full “yards” from the jig of the hard years.
Eighteen months after his birth, the boreal fable of Cirque Alfonse, inspired by life in the logging camps, is visibly much more squared as in its infancy. Though his style is still gross, artists have deepened the mastery of invented from scratch, inspired by the forestry accessories that replace the traditional circus rigging.
Camisoles and pants with suspenders, the three bearded of the group is colletaillent logs and processed sticks sometimes in teeterboard, sometimes bar Russian “Canadian” version, sometimes in rola-bola, in a scene inspired by the Drava.
With traditional music in the shoulder and the spirit of family in his pocket, Timber! declines on the real poky tables of the pocket of potatoes and these towers throw, played to the papi of the Group encabané in the “outhouse”. Well both aged 68, the Rifleman grandfather, with his white beard propelled into the air from the bottom of his rocking chair or hoisted to the top of a column three, lets beat public repeatedly. Spectacular, juggling four executed with axes reserves also some cold sweats for the spectators in the first row.
With legs and arms as “aaarbres logs”, the trio of Beefy in hair covers steals the show with its improbable equilibrium on logs and its aerobatics over a sharp saw. Delivered on a hemp rope, the number of swing with straps brings a hint of sweetness to this forest metaphor otherwise cut with an axe.
In this one-hour delivery 30 led to the caisse, the music is the contagious element. Despite a few weaker numbers, this extreme circus, delivered by three generations with humor and unadorned, seduced by his sincerity and his inventiveness. All ends in a festive Edition of teeter board. Made there, it’s time to move to the soup. Domino men are hot!