THE CIRCUS OF HORRORS

I’ve now watched The Circus Of Horrors four times and believe I’ve witnessed every possible freaky feat the collective had planned for the Fuji Rock Festival this year. I’ve seen a man stick swords of varying shapes down his throat, and a woman spin a flaming hula hoop around her torso. I’ve seen a grown man in his underwear nailing his hands to a plank of wood, and in a prior show stick a nail in his nose. I’ve seen a little person’s penis four times.

As a feature in the Palace of Wonder, I get it, it fits the general side show feel of the place, and is certainly attention getting — when a little person is sticking his wang into a vacuumn’s head, you are going to stare (or stare away, or a combination of both). But lord, after four viewings, I’m not sure what he could have stuck it into to catch my interest again.

The weirdest part, though, is that the Circus Of Horrors most charming point is the music. It isn’t good in a way you’d want to listen to while jogging or doing work — it is schlocky 1970’s power rock that sounds like Meat Loaf, save for a cover of Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots Are Made For Walkin.'” But it adds a goofy charm to the whole show, and kept the energy up.