It would be hard to imagine a more appropriate setting for an evening of magic and illusion than this. As the sun sets, you enter The Dome, take in the grandeur of the entrance hall and await the call to ascend the golden staircase. There is a moment of anticipation for what is to come; magic is already in the air. Expectations have been set sky-high to match the endless windows, countless mirrors and glittering chandeliers adorning the ceiling. Thankfully, you won’t be disappointed.
Do you believe in magic? Maybe. Do you believe in the power of illusion, words and chance? Possibly. Will you enjoy this show? Definitely.
It would be wrong to go into too much detail, suffice it to say that the grand reveals when they came left myself and other audience members with jaws ajar, some volunteers visibly in disbelief at their unwitting part in the illusions of the evening. With perfectly executed hand gestures and cuttingly clear articulation, not a hair is out of place in Silven’s character. Even seemingly spontaneous moments retain a sense of this confident direction; there is no doubt that this man is entirely in control. This can sometimes be detrimental - it becomes hard to fully believe in the implied ‘failure’ of an act, and a forced hesitation can jar at times with the expectant silence of the audience - but there is a comforting security in knowing that we are always in safe hands. Even when Silven is wrong, it seems, he is right.
The entire evening is a wonderfully enjoyable indulgence. Do you believe in magic? Maybe. Do you believe in the power of illusion, words and chance? Possibly. Will you enjoy this show? Definitely.