I saw young students on stage today and it sounded like this:
Deutsche Bank is an asshole, capitalism as well, Hessel has no answers, Zizek has some but mostly a speech impediment, fair trade is a guilt relieve, we blackface but are ironical, we talk financial speculation and leverage, we wonder why we don’t resist.
I was dying of boredom. The actors did what was expected of them dancing, singing, screaming but they failed to resist to this play and to the directions given to them. They were used to serve to what the director thought they should worry about but had no interest to know what they were actually worried about.
It was like lately when I watched this German film, which made some buzz criticizing German society not having dealt with their Nazi past emotionally to, which I agree but it is so cynical that I lost every interest in the characters, their relationships and lives and therefor in the film. In Germany we tend to be so afraid of feelings, that we rather castrate ourselves sensually and emotionally than to dare to direct a moment of real human encounter.
I remember once I was in a little theatre in New York doing a workshop. There was a seventy-year old Broadway actor who believed he still had some things to learn. He played a scene with a young actress. It was about loneliness but not less politic. I never laughed and cried in theatre like that again.