So “Cavalia” (pronounced kah-vah-lee-ah) plays through May 31 under the can’t-miss-it white bigtop tent set up on the corner of Colorado and Central across from the Glendale Galleria. Tickets are just under being LGTVegas expensive, the seating is cramped, and prior to the start of Wednesday’s perf I was forced to endure a sickeningly sincere conversation about fastfood from the people behind us that left me praying for the show to hurry up and start (“Have you ever ordered an In-N-Out burger animal-style? It’s a secret!”). No. It’s not. But I digress.
About the show I’d have to say that in between some glorious moments it left a lot to be desired. Sure, I wanted to love it as much as my mom did, clapping her hands again and again at the equine antics and theatrics like an exuberant little girl, but I just didn’t. The prancing and parading horses are scene-stealing and mesmerizingly graceful and powerful and beautiful, but there’s a lot of redundancy in the dressage moves, not nearly enough jumping sequences, and all of it supplemented with what looks to be “Cirque du Soleil’s” B-list acrobatic troupe whose moves had me thinking “I’ve seen that done better.”
By and large the show is not at all bad. It’s just not grrreaaaat. If my mom were writing this she would call me an idiot and demand you go see it for the love of gawd and all things horsey-faced (except maybe Tori Spelling). There’s definite magic that happens, and the full-gallop trick riding is a breath-taking highlight, but the show could benefit from being a little more playful and perhaps from another year or two of fine-tuning so its descendant productions deliver a more seamless and dynamic night at the horse opera.