As you enter this particular dome of false dreams, the surroundings seem as though they are going to be more important than the show itself. Space, after all, is more impressive than money, status or sex. And spacious this is, monstrously so. As humans we bore through its space acreage, reduced in size to termites. The interior is gargantuan, an immense bubble swirling around, mounting in four levels until the topmost is reached.
Creatures move around on the heights like wood bugs.
It makes the London Albert Hall seem intimate. The large playing field ice rink on which everything takes place looks like polished silver, and the opening clowning is not impressive. Clowns are not funny on ice. It's muscle and glamour which count in these vast spaces. For a shock, the colour show begins as an iced version of Romeo and Juliet to Prokofiev's music, all naturally taped.