Magical Evening

We’re in a worn down and half abandoned vaudeville theatre sometime in the early nineteen hundreds. Both the animals and the audience is gone. All left is a handful of actors. We follow them on and off stage in a variaty of circus nostalgia where anything can and will happen. There are wild and beatiful pictures, colourful costumes, a hint of circus and a dream of love. 
Juggling, slackrope and magic. Flying acrobatics and fiery flamenco. Even though the animals are gone, they are still present in the actors’ fantasies - and through them also for us watching. The language of the performance is poetic, the music is intense, vibrant, winning. All is united by one, common goal: to keep the dreams alive.