"It wasn't our decision." Ok but the way you treat your employees is your decision. Yours specifically, Mr. CEO.
Lefebvre, based in Montreal and Cirque’s top-ranking official said he found out “late last week” the show would be shut down. He also confirmed there are no plans to tour “Love,” a show that would seem to have strong demand internationally.
“If it has a life beyond this venue, it will need to change the format a little bit. The theater is so unique, it’s a 360-degree stage and very deep,” Lefebvre said “If we want to move it elsewhere, if we look at somewhere in Europe, we need to make some significant changes.”
Well, they also said Corteo would never see arenas. Still, it's bold to even dare mention Europe after the collapse of Nysa in Germany. If you mean UK, just say UK. I don't know what audience on earth could support this show if not one in Las Vegas or London. The hopeful tone here is an insult to everyone who just found out they have three months of job security left to them.
(For the purposes of this poll, a clown is anything that self-identifies as a clown. So, Killer Clown, Sexy Clown, Party Clown, yes. Mime, Jester or Fool, no. Juggalos and -ettes also do not count. Rodeo Clowns DO count, but Shakespearean Clowns do not as they're not typically depicted as a colorful face makeup type entertainer.)
I don't want to share this on instagram yet because I'm preparing a photoshoot in which I show this trick, but I've got no self control whatsoever so I want to put it here.
"I feel as I were disintegrating or 'growing up,' whatever that means, simultaneously, and that there is a race or bloody grappling between the two in my head and solar plexus. I would like to learn to be relieved of such pain and poison as is not necessary, and how to stand that which is inevitable."
—From "Letters of James Agee to Father Frye" (1962).
Agee was a renowned novelist (A Death in the Family") screenwriter ("African Queen") and film critic ("Time" magazine) who led a tormented inner life that he poured out over 30 years to Frye, an Episcopal priest who served as his sounding board and spiritual confidante. Agee died in 1955 at 45 years old from a heart attack after a lifetime of hard drinking and chain smoking.