Brute Force

I don't even know how to begin to explain what we saw on Saturday night. Cirque de Soleil on acid? Crowching Tiger meets a Bjork video? An SRL wet dream? By the time they lowered the 40- by 40-foot seethrough water-covered plastic tarpeline over our heads, with four soaking wet, pajama-clad women diving across the plane of water inches above us, we were out of our minds. Well, I was at least. A man running through us, through shattering planes of dreams and nightmares? Waves of silver celophane and sommersaulting dreamers? Forget it. It's not even possible. I've just never seen creativity and imagination so insanely realized. Did they really do all that for us? I guess Fuerzabruta pretty much rocked my world.