19 July 2012

Cirque-ing My Wagons

Well, if we didn't know before now, this is the true reason that I will never make official "reviewer" status with all its attendant free tickets to things: I am doing a round-up of my circus experiences in the recent Festival Montréal Complètement Cirque after it's over, too late for you to be inspired by my glowing review to attend something or by my "meh" to avoid one. You might, however, be inspired to take a more serious look at this, my favourite Montréal festival, when it comes back around next year for the fourth edition.

With last year's experience still echoing pleasantly in our heads and between-festival delights like the Cirque Éloize's "Rain" and the lovely and entertaining shows of the graduating students of the École nationale de cirque freshly inspiring us, we set ourselves an ambitious program of six performances in nine days, not counting the kick-off parade and the odd exposure to the free performances in the evenings. Shall we dive right in?

Our very first show was local: Séquence 8 by Les 7 Doigts de la Main, at the Tohu. Now, if you have never been to the Tohu, you must go. It is really the best venue for the circus, which is not really surprising, considering that it was built for that. At various performances there, we have sat everywhere from front row to up in the rafters and there really are no bad seats. The seats could be a tad more comfortable, but that might be just me.

The show? A real showcase of a variety of talents, including a little faux talk show comedy routine that might not have been the strongest part of the show, but made for a good thread tying things together. What really stood out for me were two particular performances. Eric Bates' cigar box routine was quite enjoyable, despite maybe one slip-up (well-recovered), and was made especially enjoyable by the comedy bit where the rest of the cast propped him up with cigar boxes at the beginning, then with much larger cubes that I believe they call banquine at the end. The visual contrast of that was quite amusing. My other favourite performance was Ugo Dario and Maxim Laurin on the Korean plank. This, for the uninitiated, is the teeter-totter-like device, and these two do some real innovating on the apparatus instead of just making each other go high enough to do acrobatics. Oh, they do that, too, but the added creativity makes it even more enjoyable.

Have a look at the promotional clip:


Next up, something much more cabaret-like with La Soirée, a showcase of a number of different British performers (I don't think all of them were actually British, but we'll let that go). This was at the Théâtre Olympia and the stage was a very tiny circular platform set in the middle of the seats! Now, if you haven't been there before, you should know that this is the kind of theatre with conventional row seating on the balcony, but tables on the floor, with the addition of some circular rows of seats around the little stage for this performance. There were also tables up on what would otherwise be the stage.

I have three favourites from this one to mention. No, not David O'Mer, who is very pretty and you can easily find his bathtub routine on YouTube. The opening act, Gateau au Chocolat, was a big black drag queen who made no attempt to hide his beard, all part of the act. Between the motorboating of a woman in the audience and some rather forward activity with a few of the men (sitting on, groping, a little light ravaging), he was most entertaining indeed. So, too, was Ursula Martinez. She did a fabulous act combining a striptease with a magically disappearing and reappearing hanky. She made the red square disappear so many times Jean Charest might have wanted to make her a member of his cabinet, but she also kept bringing it back from the most unlikely of places. I can't say from where it emerged at the end when she only wearing heels and a smile!

For me, the best circus act of the Soirée was Nate Cooper, who emerged on roller skates and did such a marvelous job of being on the edge of falling across the main stage, down the stairs and up onto the little circular stage — without actually falling, mind you — that we were all a little concerned when he picked up the rather large knives to juggle them. Those were dropped at this point without actually harming anyone in the front rows. It wasn't until he had done a costume change in front of us, shedding pants and skates for a slinky gown and very high platform shoes, that he got onto the pogo stick fitted with bull horns up top and truly juggled those knives while jumping around the stage. Very nice.

A little taste of La Soirée:


On to Scandanavia! First up on this front was Undermän by Cirkus Cirkör from Sweden at the Théâtre National. I chose this one for the butchness of the look (beefy guys in plaid shirts) and they rounded out their performance with some personal stories of how they came to work together (stories of lost loves who were also acrobatic partners), music (they were all quite talented on this account), tossing around some rather heavy kettle bell weights and then tossing around each other. They also did some good juggling and Mattias Andersson is very graceful on the Cyr Wheel. In a butch way, of course. We were a little worried about the advertised brief concert with the fourth guy when it was announced, but he really sold his own comedic performance, so we stayed and enjoyed the concert, too. We even found ourselves buying the CD on the way out!

I give you a little Undermän:


Now we move more specifically into the Finnish part of our program (can you believe that our three last persormances were Finnish?!). Ro-Pu by Circo Aereo was up first, at Usine C, and I have to say it left us wanting more…of something else, maybe. There were some very clever moments — I especially enjoyed the playing with dimensions, as they were lying on the floor "tightrope walking" on that plane while a video projected the same stunts performed upright — but I think I need some kind of danger element or feats of agility in my circus that I just didn't get here. So I won't drag this out.

A glimpse of Ro-Pu:


My favourite circus of all redeemed the Finns in my eyes. I was compelled to tweet this as we wandered through the lovely little park close to the Théâtre Outremont post-show:
I have to say from the start that the Théâtre Outremont was the most comfortable of the venues (recently renovated, we think), and what a lovely neighbourhood! I am used to seeing Outremont from the side (up Parc) or along Van Horne, and the heart of it is much nicer. Did I forget to include the name? Petit Mal by Race Horse Company. Write that down! Now!

My friend referred to this as the "Jackass" of circuses, and when they came out and carried out a number of actions that could have hurt each other it seemed to be coming true. A couple of parts of this show merit special mention. The "horse" which splits into two when the Mountie tries to jump on it, each part continuing its cavorting, is terribly funny, and I can only imagine the degree of difficulty of flipping from one mini-trampoline to another while wearing a giant horse head. The use of a whole lot of exercise balls is quite brilliant: Rauli Kosonen executes a repetitive bounce through four positions (and over and over, without losing momentum) that I found fascinating to watch and then all three performers did some horizontal travelling across multiple balls from one side of the stage to the other, and back again. Mr. Kosonen was at his best, however, on the trampoline, where he demonstrated great creativity, making a trampoline performance new for our eyes. All of that wonder and I haven't even talked about the two Elvises, the pink feathers, the tires… Just take a look at the preview and then track them down wherever they might be performing and pay what you must to see them!



It was almost a shame after my favourite circus to wrap up this year's experience with another one on the same day and one which didn't quite hold up to the afternoon delight we had with Petit Mal. Now, Odotustila by WHS at Espace Libre was not bad. It just didn't have the kick of Petit Mal. But let me be a little fairer to them than that.

Two elements to this show, or maybe I ought to say three, including the video with which both performers interact quite expertly. Ville Walo is the juggling expert, and quite an expert he is, with everything from traditional balls and pins to his shoes and a set of picture frames. There is even some clever juggling interaction with the images projected on the backdrop which must involve some rather quick moving behind the scenes for him. We were a little worried about what kind of show we would get from the magician, Kalle Hakkarainen, but it was fresh and entertaining and he, too did a lot of creative interacting with the projected videos. I have to say that video kind of takes the mystery out of magic, and I'm not sure I understood the whole train motif, but he did some amazing things with a ball that seemed to have a mind of its own that I will likely never figure out. You'll get a taste of that in the video:



So a very long post to say that I have once again enjoyed this festival immensely, but it is too late for you to go. Maybe next year you will learn from this experience and plan on attending yourself instead of waiting for my rather tardy recommendations and assessments! ;-)

04 July 2012

Ready, Set, Cirque!

What a lovely little taste of a week and a half to come we had today! A small parade to kick off the festival Montréal Complètement Cirque, my very favourite festival among the many dozens that Montréal hosts each year. Shall we have a look at the parade and the short show that followed?



A giant group of people dressed in red at this intersection?! (This is the infamous intersection of St-Denis and Ontario, site of a couple of standoffs in the nighttime student demonstrations.) This time, no beatings by the police, no pepper spray and no arrests! But I digress…we speculate that these are likely students from the École nationale de cirque, who will also perform nightly shows in Place Émilie-Gamelin during the festival.

On another side note, how much have we become accustomed to photographers just horning in on the scene and becoming part of the scene that everyone else gets to film? A bit annoying, I have to say. Back to the parade…

Some traditional Montréal calêches carrying members of the various participating circuses. The British contingent really looked the part! We'll be seeing them on Saturday 7 July.

This guy was from the Cirque Carpe Diem. Certainly wanted to carpe something here, if you know what I mean! ;-)



Cirque Alfonse was one of my favourite circuses from last year and I was really glad to see them in the parade, even though I don't see them on the schedule. There's nothing like juggling axes in a crowd to get your adrenaline pumping, but the real show-stealer here is the kid. Totally adorable in his outfit, loving the attention (or oblivious to it…couldn't decide which) and discovering the Cyr Wheel (actually just a hoop he walked through). Here's a still photo with daddy lifting him high in the air with one hand:




The wrap-up portion of the parade had a huge variety of characters executing a variety of disciplines. I'm really starting to appreciate the multi-tasking my little mind has to do when confronted by so many different things all going on at the same time. Good thing I'm adjusting, as this seems to be a hallmark of the new circus I love.

When we got to Place Émilie-Gamelin, it was time for a couple of very short speeches and a show! The kids in red took over the square, first with a little Chinese Pole-climbing (I like to call the above the Totem Pole Chinois, for obvious reasons). I also didn't want to cut out the low man on the totem pole, or maybe I just wanted to exploit him shamelessly!


I didn't really get any good shots of the show on the silks, but I did get a reasonable picture of the teams of silk-hoisters. This human element in supporting various circus apparatuses is another thing I love to see. They who are for the moment not the centres of attention have a very practical role in supporting the performances of those who are. Gotta love the synergy.



I did manage to get a short clip of the larger performance they did on the ground. So many! So enthusiastic! Such outfits!

I can tell that our planned six shows in nine days will be anything but tiring. Yay Cirque!

01 July 2012

Albino?

I had a fascinating experience a couple of weeks ago that just becomes more amusing with time and reflection.

I was on my way to meet friends for a light dinner on our way to see one of the shows of the finishing class of the National Circus School. (I subsequently returned to see the other one and loved them both! But I digress…) I knew that I was completely out of orange juice at home, so I stopped at the nearby store of a small local chain of supermarkets to pick some up.

I got a bit of a surprise when I got to the cash. The woman at the cash, who I presume to be recently arrived from Africa (given subsequent events), look at me, a little unnerved and maybe a bit afraid, and asked me if I was an albino. At the time, I didn't think much of the question and told her that, while I am pretty pale, I would be even more pale and without colour in my hair (which is red) if I were actually an albino. I'm not sure I really convinced her.

It was discussing this at work around our very entertaining lunch table that some other aspects of this encounter that would help me interpret it came out. If she was really from a certain part or Africa, I, the albino-like creature before her, might have been seen as something scary, even some kind of sorcerer. Perhaps I should be relieved that, restrained by the protocol of her role as cashier at the supermarket, she did not leap across the counter to harm me!

Now, I am not given to mocking others, unless of course that mocking is well-deserved by some crazy belief in supernatural beings (yes, all religions fall into this category for me). Now I'm holding myself back from pacing on the sidewalk outside the supermarket, in view of the cashiers, and possibly stopping from time to time to strike my best spell-casting pose in their general direction.

The other cashiers will think I'm a crazy person. The one who doesn't will actually be a crazy person herself. Hmmm…maybe I should also bleach my hair….

15 June 2012

A Tale of Two Taxis

It was an ordered time, it was a chaotic time, it was an age of isolation, it was an age of interaction, it was the season of politeness, it was the season of aggressiveness, it was the sweet smell of honesty, it was the pungent odour of corruption.

Yes, I have been travelling, and I've had the occasion to take taxis on either end of my voyages. Surprisingly, I have some comments about my experiences that I just have to share. Let's pick apart my takeoff on Charles Dickens from above…

Order and Chaos. I've written about this before in another forum, but I just have to repeat it here. Taking a taxi from the train station to home or to a hotel is such a very different experience in Montréal and Toronto. In Montréal, we have a taxi stand, admittedly maintained by a single company — I'm sure they pay some kind of premium for that, where the taxis take on their passengers in an orderly way and most of the fares line up to wait their turn for the next taxi in line. In Toronto, even leaving aside the current roadwork that is making the experience hellish, the scene is chaotic, with taxis leaping in front of others, people calling out to entice you into their cab, and lots of disputes between drivers in which I just don't want to be involved.

Isolation and Interaction. I am capable of criticizing my own city! It might be because of greater exposure to cabs here, but I have had more of those experiences of the driver talking and my thinking he is talking to me (and — horrors — responding!) when he is actually having an extended conversation with someone else by hands-free phone. Of course I have ranted about that before, too. In Toronto, I have yet to experience that, and have had more drivers actually converse with me…well, proportionately more, again owing to the fact that I have had a lot more taxi experiences in Montréal.

Politeness and Aggressiveness. This is really a mixed bag between the cities, both having their share of good and crazy drivers. It made my list because my driver this morning (in the T-Dot!) managed to almost run over a cyclist and a pedestrian and to gesture angrily at them. I have, of course, had way more very professional drivers who know the rules of the road and respect them.

Honesty and Corruption. Many of my travels, though certainly not the majority of my taxi experiences, are subject to reimbursement of expenses, so I find myself asking for receipts on those occasions. I absolutely refuse to accept a blank receipt, insisting that the driver make it out fully before giving it to me, especially including the amount. On my trip this week, I had a driver to whom I had paid $12, including the tip, give me a receipt for $15. Now I can't really use that, so I will swallow that trip on my own, but it pisses me off to think that there are many who are inflating their expenses by using those blank receipts or gratefully accepting over-reimbursement of their expenses. What I really like is the new printed out receipt from the meter in an increasing number of Montréal taxis: no illegibility problems and you know there is a machine-based trace of the amount that you have paid on the other side, too.

Extra corruption. I have had a taxi driver in Toronto at a particular hotel complain that the hotel staff charged with procuring taxis for departing guests ask for kickbacks to channel the more lucrative fares to drivers. Drivers not paying get the shorter trips. To be fair, this is also something that I have heard about in Montréal, as there have been public allegations and an investigation that made the news a couple of years back.

And we wonder from where the culture of believing you will get away with cheating comes from. Those who participate are as guilty as the people passing brown envelopes of the politicians accepting them. We really need to be consistent in practising the honesty we expect from others.

28 May 2012

Media and Life

There is nothing quite so revealing of the superficiality of much of our media than watching a report about something you either witnessed or know about through some other means.

Before I get to the demonstrations in Montréal, let me start with that gut reaction I get every time the mainstream media reports on developments in HIV treatment. I swear it's like they are reading from the press release of the pharmaceutical company: everything is a new miracle, well-tolerated and might just be the breakthrough we have all been waiting for. Even when it's something that has been around and even on the market for several years. Bad reporting.

Now, we have been having nightly demonstrations in Montréal for over a month regarding the government's plan to raise tuition fees and against the restrictive law the government brought in in a failed attempt to limit protests (all they did was popularize and expand them). The media inside and outside Québec are painting a story of a city in chaos, dangerous for the unaware. Let me tell you this is anything but that.

Most of the demonstrations have been many-hours-long processions through a number of neighbourhoods, starting and ending at a public square downtown. There has been some breaking of windows, yes, and that can never be condoned or thought acceptable (project yourself on the receiving end of it), but that has been rare, and certainly not every time. There's little media coverage of the hours and hours of thousands of people walking around the city peacefully, only some looped footage of that time someone broke a window. I would laugh out loud at the reports of ongoing "violent" demonstrations in my city if I didn't find myself so enraged by the distortion.

Concrete example? On Sunday, 20 May, I saw a report on the local news that included film of a police truck on fire. Now, I have become a Twitterphile and follow the progress of the demonstrations nightly, including the tweet from Saturday night where people asked the police what had happened to the truck and the police, who have been very actively communicating on social media, assured their audience that the truck had had an electrical problem, that no one had set it alight. The local news drew their own conclusion and showed the footage twice, with the newsreader telling us that protesters had set it alight.

I went to the Facebook page of the news outlet. I posted screen caps of the English and French exchanges from Twitter where the police had tweeted about the electrical problem and denied the arson speculation. It took the news outlet FIVE DAYS to correct themselves. No apology or prominent retraction, just removing the clip from their web site. No independent confirmation of the facts is necessary, just look at the video and apply your own bias to it.

The special aspect of the coverage of these protests has been the live streaming reporting by community media. I value them for the images, but no so much for the commentary. The images will show you the hours of peaceful marching and, from time to time, some scary looking police action. But mostly long hours of walking with impressive numbers of people all over the city. They fill the space with commentary that is quite often over the top, but also with interviews with participants who are more or less able to explain why they are there (some very eloquent, some not).

I would challenge anyone who derides the participants for not being able to uniformly enunciate the bases of the protests to produce for me a random sample of voters who supported the governing party: we'll see how many are able to explain the party's platform from the last election. But I digress.

I live about four or five blocks from that public square where the demonstrations start and finish each night. Most of the sounds that reach my house are police sirens and police helicopters, not demonstrators. I do hear them more now that everyone seems to be carrying a pot and a spoon to clank together, but they really have to be within a block or two before you can hear that. And outside of those times that the police decide to corral or charge the demonstrators,

I have seen nothing scary in the giant crowds, just a lot of inventive slogans and people seemingly enjoying themselves as they march on the streets to demand the respect of their rights. You might want to take public transit, especially the metro which remains unaffected by crowds blocking streets temporarily. Don't avoid Montréal because of this. Rather, come and appreciate the spectacle of people saying "no" to their government. I find it inspiring.

25 May 2012

Panda-monium!

I'm a total fan. One of the more interesting characters to pop up in the ongoing student protests (now increasingly free speech protests — good move giving the movement a shot in the arm, government!) has been Anarchopanda.

This is a philosophy professor who decided that he needed to get out to support the students, but also to make some points about police violence and respecting each other. He has mastered the movements of a mascot (I wonder if the costume forces that?), ambling along in front of a line of riot police, a friendly panda you would look very bad hitting or pepper-spraying. He has even managed to get away with giving a few hugs to the police officers on the line, to the amusement of — well — some of them.



He was interviewed earlier this week on the CBC Radio show The Current. The podcast can be heard here, Anarchopanda starts at about the 13 minute mark. One of the things he shares is about his vulnerability in this role. Inside the suit, breathing is difficult, running more than a very short distance next to impossible and his field of vision about the equivalent of a dime. Vulnerable, he stresses, like the students are also vulnerable before the power of the state, incarnate in the police lines.

Clever, too. After the adoption of the city by-law banning masks at demonstrations, Anarchopanda submitted and removed his mask:

In my previous post I showed two photos of Anarchopanda at the huge demonstration on 22 May. I have to say that everyone wanted to get close to Anarchopanda, and maybe get one of those hugs. Who could blame them?

Anarchopanda might be my personal favourite, but he is also not alone. Earlier this week, the Bananarchist was arrested in a Québec City protest, apparently when he did a "split" in front of the police. We have had a banana in Montréal as well, along with Superman, Batman and a funny and mischievous comedy troupe called the RabbitCrew which dashes through the demonstrations in some creepy-looking white masks, but with bunny ears.

This is all just one aspect of an incredibly dynamic and creative movement that isn't going away anytime soon.

22 May 2012

22 May 2012

Wow.

There's really nothing quite like participating in a huge demonstration with like-minded people hoping to make a statement about what our society should be. The CSN labour federation estimates the crowd at 250,000 on its website this evening. My feet are sore, my forehead sunburned (it was supposed to rain!), but I feel like we made a point that ought to be heard. Time will tell if it was.

Instead of going on and on, particularly in my tired state and with some other things to do this evening, I will let my own photographic skills do the talking.

First the sweeping panoramic videos. From point A, corner of Jeanne-Mance and Ste-Catherine:



And from point B, near the corner of Jeanne-Mance and de Maisonneuve (note that this is just a block away, but it took us an hour to get there after the crowd first started moving):



And now some of my favourite signs and scenes (with translations or explanations below them).


"When the Mafia rules in Parliament, Democracy expresses itself in the streets." There are many allegations of corruption surrounding the current government, particularly with respect to the construction industry and organized crime. Paradoxically, today was also the first day of hearings for the Charbonneau Commission investigating the construction industry, a commission resisted for years by the Charest government before it was finally established.

"To Charest. So now will you listen to us, Charest?" Back to the allegations of corruption, often portrayed as cash in brown envelopes…

On the roof of the entrance to the Place des Arts Métro station, three police officers taking photos of the crowd.

The police protecting the Loto-Québec building. Not because of Loto-Québec, I understand, but because the university rectors' association has its offices in the same building. Now that's a curious association: gambling with money and the university rectors. No further comment.

Constable 728. Star of a YouTube video in which she viciously pepper-sprays some protesters who are doing nothing more than chanting (to free the police horses, no less). See the video here.

And, omnipresent for the last 100 days, burning up my tax dollars and keeping everyone awake late at night, the helicopter of the Sureté du Québec:


Bill 78 breaking the scales of justice. This law is being heavily criticized by many, including the Québec Bar, for placing limits on the right to protest: any gathering of 50 people or more wishing to protest must file an itinerary with the police 8 hours prior to the event. The police may change the itinerary if they deem it to be a problem for public safety. The organizer of a demonstration becomes liable for the acts of all the people who participate in it, with fines on the individual, representative and organizational levels.

"Bill 78 = Law toxic for democracy. There are circumstances when wearing a mask is necessary." In parallel with Bill 78 (provincial law suspending the school terms at affected schools and imposing limits on protesting), the City of Montréal approved a by-law outlawing the wearing of masks at demonstrations. Hard to say whether this by-law will stand up to judicial scrutiny either.

Lots of redecorating the Québec flag. The addition of the red square (not always in the middle) is about supporting the student demands. The blacking out of the four fleurs-de-lys signifies mourning for our democracy after the adoption of Bill 78.

"The worst is when the worst starts getting worse." Mafalda is a popular children's cartoon character. Her words speak for themselves.

"Plan dead." The "Plan Nord" is the current government's plan to develop the north of Québec, with massive infrastructure spending to make the region's mineral wealth more accessible. Many aboriginal groups are also expressing their opposition to this further intrusion onto their traditional territories without their agreement.

"Journal of Shit." Lots of criticism of the media and how they have been reporting the student strike and the demonstrations. The Journal de Montréal, with whom I had my own battle in the past, is not usually the best of media to begin with, and after their endless strike that turned out badly for the unionized journalists, things are often worse than before. Oddly enough, though, the JdeM outshone and out-objectived its more Liberal-party-identified cousin La Presse in the last few days.

"On the Liberal Titanic, they save themselves with the silverware and leave the children on the boat." Expressing the point of view that an excessive burden is being placed on youth relative to certain other sectors of our society. The flag that you see on the left is the flag of the Patriotes, who fought the Lower Canada Rebellion for responsible government in the 1830s. While the rest of Canada celebrates Victoria day on the May long weekend, Québec celebrates the Journée nationale des Patriotes. Historical depiction of the Patriote on the flag is optional.

"If youth are not always right, the society that hits them is always wrong." A quote from François Mitterand in 1968.

"Have you finished?" My own interpretation of this is that Charest is asking if the students are done embarrassing him. Not sure if I'm right, but it's certainly a good use of the iconic red square/box.
"Where is Charest?" You need to understand for this that in French Waldo (as in Where's Waldo) is Charlie (as in Où est Charlie).

"Classified ads. Man, honest, transparent, open-minded, trustworthy and empathic, likes to listen and discuss, looking for docile, naïve and easy to manipulate Québec population to establish a soft dictatorship and share tender moments of control and domination. Favourite sport: jerking off. Favourite meal: peppered student in its own juice. Profession: animal trainer, illusionist, puppeteer, clown." Something tells me we're not hiring.

The crowd stretching out before us. It looked like it went clear to my street, way off in the distance, but I think many had already turned up Berri on their way to Parc Lafontaine.

We thought we were back near the end of the demonstration, having paused to get a beverage after climbing the hill. One look back as we walked down the hill on René-Lévesque showed us otherwise.
The "surprise" trajectory of the demonstration caught many a motorist in mid-movement (it almost looked like someone shouted "freeze" and they did). Some were (understandably) frustrated (it takes a long time for 250,000 people to walk by), others were a little more philosophical or better-humoured about it. Just to note that there were plenty of rather expensive cars and no reports of damage to any of them…just a lot of enthusiastic youth encouraging them to honk and then cheering wildly when they did (but moving on if they didn't).

Demonstrator personality of the year: Anarchopanda! As we walked up Jeanne-Mance, nearing Sherbrooke, we spied him in the distance:

And then I was close enough to get a good shot (my little camera zooms well), but too shy to go for the hug I really wanted!

I think I will have to write a whole other piece just about Anrachopanda, or maybe also about some of the other regular characters. Watch for that!