What it was like
We keep telling stories about running away with the circus because some part of us never entirely stopped wanting to. This one takes that ache and puts real acrobats in the air above it.
A young man loses everything, jumps a moving train in the dark, and lands inside a Depression-era traveling show full of danger and wonder and one impossible love. The touring production folds genuine aerialists and hand-balancers into the storytelling, so the spectacle is not a metaphor for anything — it is physically happening over the actors' heads while they sing. Seven Tony nominations, adapted from the novel everybody's mother read the same year.
Under the gilded ceiling on Hollywood Boulevard, one night in September, and fine for kids around eight and up.
The people who still look twice at a passing train will feel every minute of it. Take the one you know does that.