Buttons and Bows: The Flying Karamazov Brothers

They wore leather kilts, black boots and perfectly pressed white shirts, and they juggled everything from eggs to burning torches. Sometimes, all four of them would stand in a square as they juggled, their missiles intersecting in mid-air while they spun, jumped, twirled their kilts and told bad jokes.

For instance: A skeleton walks into a bar and says, "Can I have a pint and a mop, please?"

When one of them dropped a baton, his "brother" helpfully cried out, "Oh, look - a monkey!" in an attempt to distract us all. The juggling was, 99% of the time, seamless and breathtaking and amazing. Sometimes things went wrong, but that only made it more lovable.

And they performed Swan Lake. Four grown men in tutus hopping around on stage - it doesn't get more wrongity-wrong than that! ....but we loved it.

If you live anywhere near London, this show is well worth a visit. And if you live in the US, you're in luck, because that's where they're from. And they will have to go back there, eventually - sadly, we can only borrow them for so long.

1 comment:

Anonymous15 April 2013 at 15:15
"Wrongity wrong" listen to the Female Fashion Monopoly raving about its near absolute stranglehold on purely human self expression. Ahh, for the good old days in which the New York Times was doing its own raving about women in trousers suffering from "permanent mental hallucination," May 27, 1876, page 6 editorial, "A Curious Disease." It doesn't get any more "wrongity-wrong" than asserting freedom of expression exists only for the female faction and therefore, that "only females are human."