Sunday, July 27, 2008

Nature vs. Narnia

If you liked the books, you probably have enjoyed the movies. If you liked the movies – whether for their beautiful costumes or the honorable use of CGI to bring Narnia to life – then you would probably feel the same way I did when someone told me there was a Narnia exhibition premiering this summer.

I finally had a chance to see the exhibition at the Arizona Science Center last week … on the flight there, I wondered “Will I see a fawn? Will I see Prince Caspian’s puffy-sleeved shirt from the last scene? Would I finally get to Narnia, that place I dreamed of as a child reading the books? Would I?”

The answer: Not really.

The entrance of the exhibition is C.S. Lewis’ study (which made me wonder if the Becker Group always starts their exhibits in a person’s office).


But, after that, I was queued into the Spare Room. I stood on the fake wood floors (they were squishy, and very much not wood) and stared at the Wardrobe. There it was, in all its glory. And, it was lit by the obnoxious flat screen TVs on the wall. I didn’t hear a word of the videos. I tried not to pay attention to the attendant who was standing there too. I was waiting for something magical to happen.

And, for a moment, it did. The doors opened… I passed a closet of fur coats into a [small] thicket of fir trees. It was snowing. Tiny light flakes of foam fell all around me. I looked down at my feet, where piles of snow had built up. My friend and I stretched our hands into the air trying to catch the snow as it fell from the... TIN CAN hanging from the ceiling.

I was whisked away to Narnia… for a moment… but was tugged back into reality way too soon after having entered the exhibit. They couldn't have masked the dispenser hanging above our heads? Not only that, but I stepped backward and found carpet and then, sadly, the rest of the exhibit.

So, I wandered through the Narnia exhibit, where I was regularly tortured with oddly placed historical facts and science content. I kept trying to find Narnia again, hoping that every corner I turned would suddenly be a forest or a castle. Hopelessly searching past the gorgeous movie prop displays and wordy climate change labels (uh, yah, climate change – go ahead, just try to make the connection).

I thought, “Maybe, just maybe, it’s hidden around here somewhere.” And, it wasn’t. Narnia disappeared as quickly as it came. How could I ever recover from this disappointment?

Thankfully for Arizona Science Center, I found myself exiting out into their permanent gallery called Forces of Nature. The gallery was somewhat sparse, divided into three areas – land, air and water. But in the center was a stage. On the stage were a dozen kids and adults waiting for something to happen.


I couldn’t resist. I joined them. What could we possibly be waiting for on this darkened stage?

Then it happened. Lightning struck – overhead, there were speakers and videos explaining the phenomenon of lightning and thunder… KABOOM!! The whole crowd leapt right out of their skins! Then, the forest fire started… heat lamps came on… it was hot. The tornado that followed caused everyone to huddle into warm family circles, holding onto loose items. The earthquake, the volcano eruption, the hurricane, the sand storm, the monsoon… every single last one of them rocked the stage. (Well, except for the earthquake, oddly enough; it could have been better.)

The audience was wowed.

And, for all of those 5-7 minutes I, too, forgot that I was standing in the middle of an open gallery full of people. It was awesome.

No – SPECTACLE, it was!

Now, it sounds like it was only spectacle. What could people have ever learned from that? Well, my response to that question is that they learn what they would if they were actually standing in them in real life. I saw parents explaining what was going on while it was happening (or shortly thereafter), what a tornado is, why the rain made “this” a hurricane instead of another tornado, and more. I heard people exchange stories about storms they had been in.

Did I actually see “learning” happening in a spectacle? What? You’ll have to see it for yourself and attempt to tell me I’m wrong.

I even dare you to try to tell me that it wasn’t more effective than the Narnia exhibit. In Narnia vs. Nature, I choose Nature. Way to go, Arizona Science Center!
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

La Nouba

I begin the tale
With a breath, I inhale
And cast a spell
Using words that propel
Set you assail
To the place
Where dreams of men dwell

Cirque du Soleil La Nouba is hands-down the best Cirque show that I have seen in person. It is quite possibly the most spectacular live show I have ever witnessed. And so, I selected it as one of the case studies in my research on the exhibit spectacle. I consider it an example on the “spectacle” side of the Continuum of Experience. In the same way that I feel we can learn from design tactics in Tomb and U2 3D, I feel that we museum professionals can learn from experiences like La Nouba.

First, a quick background on the show, according to the official website:

The show name La Nouba originates from the French phrase
"faire la nouba," which means to party, to live it up… La Nouba features two
groups of characters. Throughout the show, the magic and fantasy of the
colourful Cirques (circus people) clash with the monochromatic world of the
Urbains (urbanites). But as in fables, it is not so much this contrast as the
interplay between the two groups which sparks our curiosity and feeds our
imagination.



Nightmares efficiently await
To test one's fate
By how well
You can deal with
A tale that tells itself
Said the storyteller
A bestseller
Is what I had in mind

My husband, 13-yr-old stepdaughter Lauren and her friend Alexa went to see it two weeks ago… Lauren and my husband saw the show two years ago. It was actually her special request this year that we go on this trip – to see it again.

Perhaps you didn’t hear me – a 13-yr-old… who is too cool for just about everything older than she is… who would rather spend her days replying to messages on her Facebook Wall… requested that her one vacation this summer be to see this show. Again.

After seeing La Nouba for the fourth time, I thought there was a good chance that I would feel less excited, less impressed, less in awe or that the show would be predictable or old. I also wondered if Lauren and my husband would feel some loss of enthusiasm for the show the second go-round. But the exact opposite occurred!

I can’t bring myself to describing the show to you… I don’t want to ruin any suspense you might feel going to see it for yourself. Plus it is incredibly indescribable. Seeing the show, once again, proved to me that it has the power to have long-term effects on people… why would I ruin it for you first-timers?

Which brings me to my lessons learned – First, if you can’t describe it, it peaks the interest of the people you tell about it. They only know how excited you are to talk about it. Imagine if we could market a new exhibit but never ever say a word about what you can do in it…

The second thing I realized this time was that the show is a living production. It changes ever so slightly every time a performer changes or the audience changes. The performance seemed a little new to me this time. It also seemed new to Lauren.

Lastly, the music and audio are the glue that holds the show together and creates the drama. Since the purpose of the show is to see the two types of characters interacting, lots of things can be happening at once. The timing of the music, the footsteps, the jumps, the drops, the singers all affect how you experience the show. The fact that the music was just as I remembered it was the reminder to me that It. Makes. This. Show. Work. And Lauren agreed. She told me afterward that it is the music that “makes it Cirque.”

Ladies and gentlemen

Settled in?

Once upon a time

Is where you'll find me

La Nouba

I keep talking about striking a balance between spectacle/wonder and delivery of content. We want to captivate people with our exhibits… and there are clever, beautiful ways to do this. It helps them remember it. But we also want them to learn something.

La Nouba has the luxury of a permanent, noise free environment. It’s producers don’t have to worry about delivering content or about caring about whether or not people “get it.” But, nonetheless, I can't deny it the credit it deserves.


References:

Cirque du Soleil La Nouba official site:
http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/lanouba/intro/intro.htm

Fan Review-
http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/lanouba/fanReview/fan_review.htm

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Fireworks

My husband and I were discussing fireworks the other day… because it was the Fourth of July and we, once again, were not going Downtown to see them. We kept asking ourselves “why?”

I recall going to the baseball park in my hometown of Walton, IN every year as a child. They used to claim that they had the biggest fireworks display in the state, but I have the sneaking suspicion that all small towns say that. I am still not sure how this is measured. Regardless of how big they actually were, it was where everyone went on the 4th.

[Now is a good time to point out that I am a firm believer that the interest in a fireworks show is not solely related to a desire for exhibiting one’s patriotism. I really think that people love the thrill of fire in the sky. Fireworks, which were probably invented on accident in some guy’s kitchen, allow ordinary people to feel powerful, get close to fire, and “ooh” and “aah” at pretty shiny things that are only really legal one time per year unless you live in the outback. Basically, we want spectacle, and it can’t happen in any ordinary situation or in any ordinary place. Fireworks are extraordinary.]

Anyway, back to my memory…

When I was 10 or 11, our town decided to set the fireworks to music. At the time, I figured this was a new trick that only my town did – only to find out later that many small towns in Indiana were doing the very same thing. But it was amazing. When the finale was exploding overhead, I heard the National Anthem play over the field’s loud speakers. I remember lying on my parents’ car, staring up at the sky. One firework was a brilliant white “cage” falling down on all sides of the park. For a moment, it looked solid and looked like it would touch ground somewhere (much like a rainbow appears to) and would be there forever… then it disappeared. I’ll never forget what that looked like.

Further back in my memory is the first time I played with sparklers. It was during a party at my house. My mom worked in the Air Force and her entire division came out to our house in the country for a pig roast and fireworks. All of the children at the party got to play with sparklers before everything else began. We would draw pictures in the air that disappeared as fast as we drew them… but we were fascinated. It never seemed like there were enough sparklers to fulfill our wants.

Nowadays I watch the fireworks in the distance as I am driving home or somewhere else. I think that it has been at least three years since I last participated in the festivities.

I mentioned this to one of the security guards at the museum. He said “Got kids?” to which I replied that I had a 13-yr-old stepdaughter that isn’t usually with us on the 4th. He said “When you have kids, you will remember why you used to go.”

So, that got me thinking. Do children have an easier time suspending disbelief in events like this? They don’t hold judgment… they just enjoy it. Every year. Adults have to add live rock bands, exotic locations, beer, food and fellowship to enjoy it. I think that I suddenly found myself envying children, who are so easily pleased or affected by the simplest form of spectacle – flashing lights against a dark sky.

I told my husband that we need to start trying again to enjoy the things that used to be extraordinary but have somehow become ordinary to us.



Photo Credit: www.eduplace.com/.../1-2/narrative.html