The
Lost Tradition
...after
your death
you were better have a bad epitaph
than their ill report while you live
(Hamlet to Polonius)
In
the year 1981 "Operation Ubú" was received as an exceptional
phenomenon within the moderate panorama of theatre at that time. It's
quite possible that the ingredients of direct political satire, such
as implacable sarcasm towards the megalomania of our superiors, incited
the adverse opinions of those who thought that the young democracy and
flourishing nationalism shouldn't be farcical. 15 years later this exception
continues to hold, and not only within the socio-political field, our
stages have completely lost all trace of parody, satire, and comedy
based on a real, close and contemporary power. It's surprising how such
an essential act of hygiene has disappeared in the course of the history
of theatre except for on our stage, today dedicated essentially to bland
humour, musicals and metaphysics.
The
past is full of conflicts between comedians and distinct powers. It's
obvious that the consequences of making kings, presidents, bishops or
generals uncomfortable, were substantially more serious then than now.
Therefore, more complex reasons have to be found to justify the extinction
of an unarguably cathartic genre for the public. The elevated costs
of present day productions, so far from the simple days of the farandula
(a group of travelling actors)-, could be one of the reasons for not
making the administration or a hypothetical sector of the public uncomfortable,
that would be looking for more risks than necessary, exposing oneself
to catastrophic ruin, which today would be a real failure. I refer here
exclusively to private theatre, as institutional theatre obviously doesn't
merit mentioning in terms of freedom of expression. The perverse protection
of the public administration has something precisely to do with the
loss of this genre. This " Ubú President" is a reformulation
of "Operació Ubú" first shown at the Theatre
Lliure. The changes are a product of the passing of time, but most of
all because Ubú Excels invades our privacy daily, recriminating,
advising, threatening, moralising and laying down the law to a whole
country. In a word explaining even how we Catalans have to urinate.
But
no one should trust this. The 'Supreme' are everywhere. They aren't
exclusively from any one country. For Alfred Jarry, creator of the character
in 1896, Ubú was his own master. The closest and most restraining
power is usually the most oppressive, for this reason it's vital to
protect oneself with the liberating tradition of humour, satire and
sarcasm in order to compensate for the arrogance of the powerful. If
"Ubú President" manages to fulfil this therapeutic
function we will gladly accept the consequences. With this same satisfaction
we have been able to make people laugh for 34 years about generals,
dictators, bishops, presidents and all class of nuisances in general
who haven't managed to spoil our fun.
Albert
Boadella