Clowing around is prominent in every Cirque show, and Mystère is
no different. Brian Le Petit has come to run amok and amok he runs, but
he is not the only one there: Moha-Samedi is also and, as his name suggests,
no one listens to him. "Hey!" says his companion. "They don't understand you
stupid." So, he sits up and clears his throat: "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome
to Cirque du Soleil!" he says. "During the performance, smoke effects will be
used. You, however, can not smoke." but then, a cry from
the rafters is heard - "Hey! We can see your lips moving!" It's Le Petit
and he crushes the ego of the man and his puppet. Fortunately, that doesn't
stop the show. For moments later, the puppet arises and speaks aloud, "He said
your lips, not mine!" And then announces the coming of
As can be heard from many of those who have lived Mystère, the show
begins with a shot... or shall I say by the pound of a drum.
The right-side stage door opens and a gang of fat bug-like creatures run out
banging flat drums while bouncing and screaming. The
"Ouverture" begins with a howling from a primeival conch
shell: a human fog horn surrounded by a mysterious mist.
Vocalists, adorned in flowing white robes, sing a melody line in an
imaginary language that celebrates the dawning of Mystère.
Just as the senses begin to overload, from up above
four drums descend from the theatres ceiling. The suspended
drummers, scantily-clothed and painted with fluorescent
colors, pound away with body and hand rhythms reminiscent
of an ancient tribal ritual. The drums call to
those who inhabit these desert mountains... and they come out to play.
Green lizards, red birds, and many other creatures of
the desert. The band soon joins in with "Ramsani" that features a short
passage of sustained electric guitar notes over a lush orchestration. Then
silence; and onto a chime-laced lullaby signifying man's
That birth brings forth a baby, who now amuses himself onstage with a big
red ball! He giggles as he bounces it around stage, but his oversize nature is not
a laughing matter. For when the ball comes loose landing on an unsuspecting spectator -
be warned - prepare to take on more than the roundness of the red monster. Prepare to
become the parent of a very large baby!