Slava’s Snowshow at London’s Royal Festival Hall – ‘unleashes uninhibited joy’
It is the fifth consecutive year that Slava Polunin and his troupe have blasted dusted the cobwebs off the Royal Festival Hall in a show that hurls its audience between quiet, contemplative moments and full-throttle madness.
With a slew of awards and a cumulative worldwide audience of millions under its belt, Slava’s Snowshow is predictably polished, but the scruffy, romper-clad Slava and his disarming troupe of clowns leave off just enough sheen to keep the production’s charm.
Silliness abounds in Slava’s universe, where, between the Beckettian sketches and surprisingly dark scenes, there is little logic as the show lurches from one world to the next. Narrative and sense give way to the absurd and the ridiculous, tapping into that childish enjoyment in which nothing really makes sense – but it doesn’t really need to either.
It is the special effects, though, that have undoubtedly kept the wind in Snowshow’s sails for so long. From an enormous, tangly cob web that envelops the entire audience, to the show’s legendary finale – a staggering, gale-force blizzard that rips through the auditorium – Polunin’s creation thrives on its ability to unleash uninhibited joy on its spectators. It is pure spectacle, in the best kind of way.
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