MAGICBOX Opening Performance

We have invited a member of the audience to blog about her experience at the opening of MAGICBOX:
Wow! Magicbox is a feast of sight, sound, emotions and, yes, magic. I simply must give you a little taste of everything.

The Magic (of course)

That’s what MAGICBOX is about. Please don’t challenge me to rate the best acts! Is it the Puzzle Box, in which Priscilla is compressed in an implausibly tiny cube? Or the Great Escape, where Priscilla changes place with Lawrence in less time than the twinkling of an eye? Of course, Spikes of Doom is the ultimate bogeyman of magicdom –a forest of wickedly long steel spikes that makes nail beds look like Dunlopillo.
However, it’s the ‘newbie’ to magic – Priscilla -- whose death-defying Spinning Blades of Death really had me at the edge of my seat. A larger-than-life ventilator fan is electrically powered to whirring speeds and Priscilla thrusts first her arm and then her entire body through this death machine!
The small-scale magic acts were no less powerful, especially on the tear glands -- Lawrence puts up a lyrical performance when he manufactures snow flakes out of thin air – a metaphor of his love for his daughter.

The Drama

MAGICBOX is not all about magic. It’s about a father’s love, a daughter’s loyalty, an under-appreciated son and old friends that go way back… It is a tearjerker rightly billed as entertainment for the whole family. This show reminds us to treasure our families and show our appreciation while our loved ones are still around to receive it.

The Comedy

I expected the magic, I read up on the cast, but I didn’t anticipate comedy starting from the opening act. Jonathan Lim, who played theatre-owner George, drew the first chuckle when he baptised his white hair with a name, and he just keeps the audience giggling in their seats through all the scenes. If I want to learn acting, I’ll understudy Jonathan Lim!

The Costumes

Sumptuous! I love the cabaret deck-out for the guys and gals, the kawaii nurses in miniskirts, and every piece of Priscilla’s wardrobe, from the peach bolero jacket in her parasol act to a white chiffon spaghetti strap affair, gold lame empire-waisted mini and a cool black Matrix overcoat.
The dancers’ stilettos were crippling skyscrapers that would have feminists picketing the theatre lobby, but don’t they create the loveliest figures!

The Conclusion

You know, I might just take up a friend’s invite to see the show, again. See, because these blue and yellow handkerchiefs were given out with the programme booklet, and I still haven’t figured out the magic act Lawrence taught about changing a blue hanky into a yellow one. I think I missed a step somewhere…