Fuerza BrutaThursday, August 16, 2012
When you have everything at the tips of your fingers, it's too easy to just let it all slip away.
In New York, a million things always seem to be happening all at once, all the time. The result: things get filed away in the to-do list, sometimes never to be heard from again. I've trained myself to be more proactive these last few years but here and there, things still slip off my radar. So it happened that it took five years before I finally watched Fuerza Bruta.
I've known about Fuerza Bruta for a long time. This show, which originated in Argentina, came to New York in 2007—just one year after my own migration to the Big Apple. It wasn't until this year, when I had a good friend visit New York, that I finally took the opportunity to see the show—and what a show it was.
Fuerza Bruta is sensory overload—equal parts rave, performance art, and circus. Performers fly on wires, crash through walls, splash around an overhead pool, and come right at you with sheets of styrofoam and confetti.
The storyline is really besides the point, so I wouldn't spend too much time trying to figure it out. I hastily decided it was meant to be a reflection on and celebration of man's mortality. And then I went right back to enjoying the show.
To fully enjoy Fuerza Bruta, you must be the type of person who does not shy away from interaction. Stick yourself in the middle of the crowd so you can be right underneath when that Mylar sheet is lowered so far down that the only thing separating audience and performers is a thin piece of plastic. Be ready to get soaking wet and extremely close to the people you're supposed to just be watching.
You can, of course, stay on the sidelines and watch everything from a distance. It will still be a stunning show. But if you want to know my personal recommendation, I say jump in without hesitation.
For more information, visit fuerzabrutanyc.com