What a summer! It seems like Paris hasn’t seen a single ray of sun during the whole month of August. How depressing is that? As for shows and plays, it seemed like most of the men had flown away on some secluded country, for which I didn’t have a visa. I had the weird feeling that I was left in Paris among a tribe of women. Isn’t it even more depressing?
So I didn’t have much choice but see shows that featured the various aspects of female bonding. Great.
The first all-female play I saw was a little comedy called A fond la caisse, set in the uncanny world of supermarket clerks. A friend of mine brought me there and since it’s not that far from where I live, I agreed. For a short moment, I felt like working in a supermarket. At least, I would have a steady job (everyone needs to go to the supermarket). And in this play, friendship and solidarity win over jealousy and bitchiness. On the other hand, we all know that art is usually more beautiful than life, right? What I saw was pure FICTION. Furthermore, I realized I wouldn’t be able to stand these outfits. So after a while, I decided I’d rather starve as a freelance writer and wear my pajamas all day.
A few weeks later, I went to see an all-female tribute to French chanteuse Barbara, who died nine years ago. Barbara is a major icon. No one has ever written more depressing and more beautiful songs. If I wanted to commit suicide, I would probably play a CD of Barbara’s and hear her delicate stories of lost love, grief and solitude, before jumping from my window. Lately, a lot of little shows, revues or gigs have paid tribute to this legendary singer but Barbara d’une rive à l’autre is probably the first one to be performed by an all-female cast, including singers, pianists and dancers.
The highlight of the evening was the choreographed/mimed piece on “L’Aigle Noir”, Barbara’s most famous song about a black eagle visiting her while she is asleep by a lake. I have heard this song a zillion times, by Barbara and by others, but never before did I realize how truly depressing it could be. Think about it. If you were asleep by a lake, would you like to be visited by a black eagle? Especially if it is portrayed by a bunch of black-clad dancing ladies? Well, I guess I’d rather stay asleep and try to keep dreaming about Gael Garcia Bernal visiting me.
For once, I’m very happy that summer is over. At long last, men are coming back to the city to entertain single women like us (well, like me). And doesn’t this fall season look extremely promising? No more dancing black eagles. No more orange uniform wearing clerks. Word of mouth is that this fall, men will rather drop off some clothes instead of wearing unflattering ones. For once, Buddha has answered my prayers and to show Him how grateful I am, I bought very expensive incense sticks in a posh store. And I felt good.
Anyway, here’s my line-up. My season will start with La partition. I heard heartthrob Grégori Baquet is showing his naked torso: seat has been booked.
Next will be Le cabaret des hommes perdus. According to my sources, not one, but two cast members will show some skin: seat has been booked, expectations are high.
Then, Kander and Ebb’s Cabaret opens. In this Sam Mendes production, the MC (portrayed by delicious Fabian Richard) is supposed to flash his a**: seat has been booked, new binoculars have been bought and optical awareness training has started.
Last but not least, Balé da Rua will bring a bunch of Brazilian dancers at Mogador. I have always loved Brazil (yeah, yeah, their music of course, I just love Astrid what’s her name again?). Front row seat has been booked.
Art is definitely more beautiful than life… as long as Brazilian dancers are on a stage, and not in my living-room.