It claims to attract 17 million visitors annually to its 4-hectare site. That sounds good, but for the city’s culture lovers much of the thrill has gone. In the past decade or so, Harbourfront Centre has ceased to be the must-go destination if you wanted to experience cutting-edge arts events. And if Boyle once presided over Harbourfront’s rise, it’s a sad postscript that in recent years he has presided over its slow decline, as if the air were leaking out of its tires.
Some of us have happy memories of being introduced to Robert Lepage and his theatrical magic, Cirque du Soleil when it was new and magical, Soulpepper Theatre in its miraculous infancy, and huge cultural festivals about Japan and Denmark. A high point was the 2001 series of tributes to world leaders, each one an inspiring arts pioneer.
Now the experience has been downgraded from exciting to pleasant at best, an almost-dead zone at worst. Trips to Harbourfront these days seem to be mostly about minor ethnic community events, crafts and strolls along the waterfront. World Stage, instead of having the focus of an annual festival, is spread out over the year and has lost the impact it once had. The annual International Festival of Authors remains a signature event, but now it has to share the crowded fall literary calendar with many other events.
The most exciting thing that has happened lately at Harbourfront is the opening of its new underground parking facility, eliminating the eyesore of its old ground-level parking lot, which is now an appealing oasis.
But a parking garage is no substitute for a cultural renaissance. Our city and our artists have moved on, and Harbourfront is no longer where we look for inspiration and revelation.