Circus Fest: Super Sunday Review
Written by: Violet Myers
Kindly sponsored by The Roundhouse.
What has caused this cynical old coot of a writer to dare use that word with such reckless abandon?
‘Super Sunday’ is the newest creation from Race Horse Company, playing now as part of Circus Fest at The Roundhouse. Following the global success of ‘Petit Mal’ the all male, Finnish acrobatic team are back with a show made up of human catapults, gigantic spinning wheels and enough fear inducing stunts to have this reviewer literally squealing with more delight than the time I found a Space Invader in my Chipsticks.
The circus has always appealed to the part of my brain that enjoys watching others excel at things I could never do, this explains why I watch Olympic ice skating and my curious new obsession with Jerry Hall and her new husband Rupert Murdoch. The problem is, having watched a lot of utterly fantastic circus acts, their grace, humility and talent can often make the acts seem detached. As these talented creatures fly through the air with such perfection it’s easy to forget that they are real life humans and what they are doing is positively life threatening. Super Sunday on the other hand is chaotic, rough and frayed at the edges, when a trick goes wrong (which it sometimes does) you are very aware of the danger, each flip off the seesaw of death, which appears to be held together by duct tape screams “if we fall, this is gonna hurt”. Maybe it’s all a bit primal but it’s gripping.
If you manage to see enough of the show, while peeking nervously through your hands, you’ll be treated to a fun, humorous and self aware performance from six oddly normal looking blokes, who wouldn’t look out of place on a Friday night at the Bussey Building. Armed with man buns, Hawaiian shirts and nunchucks these guys are rewriting the rules of modern circus.
For more information on Super Sunday and Circus Fest go to The Roundhouse Website.
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