When the irony rusts

It is said that old age is not the time for jestada, but Jacek Fedorowicz seemingly did not receive this message. And even if he did, he most likely would have shruged his arms and said, "What the hell, they're inactive listening to me." Well, they listen, Mr. Jack – although from year to year little attentively and increasingly embarrassed, as erstwhile the grandpa at the Christmas table tells the same gag for the 3rd time, only with a fresh punch line – and it failed.

In Opole, during the cabareton devoted to the memory of Stanisław Tym – who with a somewhat greater class, distance and workshop could always and disarm everyone – Fedorowicz decided to shine. Unfortunately, not a reflection, not a memory of the master, but any kind of cabaret tip with a tug. Here is Mr Jacek – a small Court, a small satirical justice. Sometimes a judge, more frequently a prosecutor, and the most desirable – a stand-upman with the conviction that all grunt is an expression of delight.

He made jokes like a sleeve, although it was alternatively the sleeve of an old coat, found in the attic, somewhere between “TV Journal” and any number “Spins”. "Our Immaculate Duck", "President-delict", and at the end of Pavlowicz in the function of the romanticist Mera of the West Side Story, throwing herself at the accused. All of this in the speech of satire from decades ago, as if individual played a tape from the 1980s, but without context – only with the sound of a snapping needle.

Audience reactions? Mixed, that's a fact. any laughed – possibly out of nostalgia, possibly out of courtesy. The remainder looked at as individual who, alternatively of reading Tym's obituary, decided to add it himself, making a farewell cabaret starring live gag corpses.

Of course, it's not about erasing the past. Fedorovich had his moments – he was brilliant, he was customs, he was in contrare. But erstwhile counterculture was indeed in a counter-powerful, distasteful state. present it looks a bit like an old oppositionist was trying to play saboteur in the state theatre, but he lost the script and entered the phase with a paper decades ago.

It's not known if it's old age or just a scene that doesn't want to see any anymore. It can be a cabaret in itself – an artist saying "and now something funny" and a hall that does not know very much whether to clap or can wait for individual younger who does not confuse irony with irony of fate.

But it was better. It was possible to mention Tym with humor and class, without attempts to settle or defile individual prejudices. You could, but you'd gotta know erstwhile to get off the stage. Or possibly even get off her with a joke. But not this.