Reviewing Criss Angel’s unbelievable magic revue, Believe, at the Luxor casino in Las Vegas, the LA Times‘ Reed Johnston begins by saying (take a deep breath if you’re reading this aloud to a loved one):
If Criss Angel were blindfolded, straitjacketed, run over by a steamroller, locked in a steel box and dumped from a helicopter into the Pacific Ocean, he still might be easier to salvage from disaster than “Criss Angel: Believe,” the gloomy, gothic muddle of a show that officially lurched into being on Halloween night like some patched-together Frankenstein’s monster.
And a bit later, continues:
Yet “Believe” suggests less an artistic marriage made in accounting heaven than a shotgun wedding of clashing sensibilities in which the shotgun messily discharges en route to the altar. Indeed, the smeared blood and entrails are piled high and deep throughout “Believe,” the most death-obsessed show to emerge from Sin City since “CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.”
Of course, we can’t wait to see it. (Photo: Meredith Caron/Cirque du Soleil)