One of these days, little K will have to take the kid gloves off.
And pull on the boxing gloves.
But not today. No, for today, we will be diplomatic.
Since Mitterrand and Jack Lang came to power, this country has been massively, and I would suggest, deliberately, dumbed-down. By EVERY government, "right" and "left".
Behind the scenes, certain people remain in power, in the financial and cultural institutions, INDEFINITELY. Life appointments.
Radio news is conducted like a punk-rock concert, Le Figaro's "cultural" pages are 95% devoted to cinema, and there are now entire bookshops, hundreds of them, where the only "book" that is sold, are comic books and video games.
Vivendi, a "French" firm, has just become the world's largest video- game purveyor - and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. Or I hope you do.
Space everybody out, or Myspace-'em, and you know what happens, politically. Or I hope you do.
Anyway, all this includes a systematic onslaught on the classical dance, by cutting off all funding, and replacing it with the Centres chorégraphiques nationaux (CCN).
Virtually every classical troupe in the company has been closed down, save for Bordeaux and Paris (and at the POB, 75 % of the repertory is now post-modern, post-industrial, post-something).
The twenty or twenty-five (make that 125?) CCNS are, perhaps with an exception here and there, hang-outs for cronyism, where individuals that I personally consider to be egregiously untalented and incompetent, AMUSE THEMSELVES.
Generally "en petit comité", because public interest in this sort of thing, can only be "aroused", if that is the word, when the individuals concerned take their clothes off. Or worse. Which they often do.
More's the pity, given what they look like.
And so Jan Fabre, whose main line of trade seems to be sado-masochism, is a cult figure in the French "art" world at the moment, and has even been given a special programme at the LOUVRE, for blankety-blanks' sake.
The Théâtre de la Ville, a large, state-subdised theatre at the Place du Châtelet, has been run for FORTY, count FORTY years, by a man who, year in and year out, puts stuff on stage that used to have the piglets snorting amongst the Brussels sprouts in the Théâtre des Cochons at Pigalle.
In a nutshell, don't put your foot in the Théâtre de la Ville - someone might photograph you, and use that photo, later!
We have now got to the point where National Theatres are being run by NON-DANCERS.
Thus, the Ballet national de Marseille has been run for the past three years by the Belgian Connection - an architect or videast from Charleroi called Frédéric Flamand. He does installations or something, and ol' Eric Vu An is in there, somewhere, trying to weave himself around the pillars and posts, as ballet master.
Does that help to answer your question?
Now, as for asserting that things be brighter in the US of A, or Great Bruton ... No.
Boccaccio would have more to say. And somewhat more pithily than the author of these lines.