In addition to celebrating my daughter’s 21st birthday, a primary reason for our journey to Las Vegas was the anticipated rapture of a Celine Dion concert. While I admit to listening to some of her music, I would not necessarily have traveled half way across the country for a pop-star concert. Nonetheless, my daughter thrilled at the thought of her idol performing live at The Coliseum in Caesar’s Palace.
After a delicious dinner at Bellagio’s Circo, we took a cab over to The Coliseum. Our center-stage seats boded well for viewing Celine Dion and her 31-piece orchestra. I suspected the concert would be good, but I could not have envisioned how good. The variety of music [Celine scats!], the musicians [particularly the cellos medley of Michael Jackson songs], Celine’s gowns, the lighting, but mostly, her soaring voice accompanied by the sonorous sounds of those 31 musicians.
Cirque du Soleil O, Bellagio’s in-house attraction, was astounding. One’s senses cannot resist O’s ethereal experience. O is performed primarily in water, with Cirque’s amazing performers’ synchronized swimming, high diving, aerial acrobats artists performing without safety nets. The effect is spellbinding. The fire-twirlers and the clowns on their leaky houseboat mesmerized us. Singers and rhythm musicians added to the otherworldly aura of Cirque du Soleil O. A Punchinello-like artist played a ghostly song on a grand piano while his female companion draped herself over the piano’s side. As we watched, the floor parted and slowly the artists and piano disappeared under the water.
The stage itself was an integral element in O’s performance. Sometimes a floor gradually covered the water to create a “land” configuration. Out of the depths of the water appeared artists engaged in synchronized ballet. Three high divers took breath-taking dives simultaneously into the pool from the high top.
For me, the two aerial performers enthralled with their artistry. One held on to both sides of the trapeze while holding under her feet the head and the lower torso of the other artist lying horizontally across her feet. They held this position not just for a few moments; rather they lingered, gazing at one another, balancing lyrically as the music played until dissolving their positions. The denouement occurred when another solo aerial artist balanced on her head waving her legs in a sort of deconstructed dance in the air as the trapeze swung to and fro.
As we filed out of the Cirque du Soleil O theater, we agreed that after witnessing the artistry and athleticism of Cirque’s poetry in motion O show, the performers demonstrated Olympian feats in a mystical show. Like Celine Dion, the O performers are in a class by themselves.
Ciao for now.