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Posted by: Leland Stone (Feb 2, 2012 10:25am) |
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Hey, Michael-
Good to see ya here again, and you're right, I left out names, but intentionally. The names would be instantly recognizable and I have no desire to take potshots at anyone's legacy. Besides, while I may fancy myself a plainspoken critique pointing out that the emperor has no clothes, it may also be that I am simply a hack taking potshots (that is, consciously or otherwise, it's possible my motives are other than purely and constructively critical). Reasonable people leave room for doubt and reconsideration.
Your point about changing tastes is well-taken and some latitude might be in order. However, the staging and presentation I witnessed looked anachronistic even for the period; one tailed-tuxedo clad Magician in particular ended each performance with a courtly bow toward the audience while saying "I thank you." In 1952, I imagine this was as oddly out of time as a performer in disco-era clothing and speech would seem to us today.
There were also the gaffs and goofs and outright bad work that plague Magicians today: Disjointed, marginally cohesive patter bearing little relevance to the effect being presented (what, exactly, does an ancient Eastern Mystic have to do with an Atomic Age cocktail shaker?); numerous fumbles and dropped props (yes, live TV, yes, I've been there, but...this was the most auspicious example available of that person's work?); dated -- even for the time -- lines that fell flat; bland silences which served no theatrical purpose. I can't imagine that audiences 70 years ago had any more interest in such half-baked offerings than have spectators today.
There were notable performances, particularly that of Al Flosso. The Magic was good, the lines were funny, the performance is as good today as it was then. Another Magician whom I'd never heard of presented a flawless and entertaining performance -- and then thanked his audience volunteers by sending them back to their seats with a small gift. Magnificient!
As to how I may be remembered, that thought occured to me while I was jogging one afternoon. A man sped past me on the trail, and I laughed, yelling after him "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Oblivion," the man yelled, never looking back.
He then ran out of sight and I lost him. But I'm gaining on him. ;)
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