If you see one group of multi-faceted new-vaudevillians at the apex of their ambidextrous and alliterative ability, see The Flying Karamazov Brothers also. They are not your father’s wild-haired, juggling, flame-throwing, kilt-and-tutu-wearing performers.
Each night, the audience is invited to bring objects to the theater for the FKBs to keep airborne more...
in a challenge that ends either with a pie in the face or a standing ovation. As director / founder/ performer Paul Magid says, “Juggling is dropping.” Julia Roberts had to go all the way to India to learn the same thing; you need only take the train to West 4th Street.
The show suits all audiences: adults, students, students who watch Glee, tourists, theatergoers, theatre-avoiders, pseudo-intellectuals, Abe Vigoda, the friendless, geeks, hedge fund managers, hedge fund managers who are now Duane Reade assistant managers, kids (but only gifted ones with a solid background in the classics), disgraced religious leaders, Kardashians, and politicians. Pardoned? Incarcerated? They don’t discriminate.
