The scheme is now tied: first, Donald Trump loudly announces an enormity, a threat, an aberration, the more it is impossible, the more it is relayed, analyzed, denounced; Then, this declaration causes a series of indignation to the catastrophic vocabulary; Finally, we are witnessing a surge of “funny” images that range from low -end parody to a stupidly partisan first degree humor, which trigger laughing laughs that are always embarrassing. These laughs reinforce me in the tragic idea that rare are, from now on, my contemporaries capable of really reading a caricature: the latter does not only reproduce a comic shift of reality but offers a deeper point of view, by discolving the unsaid to place the reader in the face of what he replies so as not to be fired from the Gras Laughter room.
Conversely, the “unleashed laughter pastils” which spread like a trail of powder on the internet seem to form a kind of collective protection, a dressing which barely sticks, which requires being renewed regularly to be effective, but which does not have the effect that could have a good caricature, more ambiguous: console by laughter, open to other ways than those unnecessary of the immediate enemy and the designation of the common enemy by the common enemy tar and feathers. The Goncourt were right to consider that “laughter is the sound of the mind: some laughs sound stupid as a piece sounds false”.
The ceremonies of Césars and Oscars have outdone themselves in boredom, in the absence of humor and in sticky conformism. The worst, in the consensus that aims to be unifying, it is the horrors that he passes for good collective conscience. The Césars ceremony will only have shone by the Royal Elegance of Catherine Deneuve, the rest will have been only a series of millimeter interventions so that no one is upset, not even Jacques Audiard who, after having thrown his main actress under the bus, still became aware of the hypocritical enormity of her gesture and recovered it, silent and shameful. All those who should have won won, the greatest commercial successes as Count of Monte-Cristo And Love phewwill have to be satisfied with the honor of being in competition with the cinema-independent-of-the-heart-grade-like-like and certainly not expecting to be rewarded for having had the overlying of serving a quality soup for millions of viewers.
Anesthetized by the fear of displeasing
National reconciliation will ever be. It was not until Jonathan Glazer’s speech to see how much a few hundred anesthetized by the fear of displeasing in a room overheated with jewelry and haute couture, can derive towards freezing horizons. The director of There Area of interest, Cesarized for the best foreign film was absent. It was therefore producer David Grumbach who read for him that “today, Holocaust and Jewish security are used to justify massacres and ethnic cleaning in Gaza”. There is no problem for these words to be pronounced, I remain attached to the freedom of expression of all the filth. What brought me back was the enthusiastic applause of the room, unanimity in the acceptance of the narrative of Islamists, as a relief to finally express your anti -Semitism under the guise of humanism.
The same sequence has happened to the Oscars – boredom and flagrant absence of humor in majesty – where Basel Adra and Yuval Abraham, Palestinian and Israeli directors of No Other Landspoke of apartheid, supremacism and ethnic cleaning and only raised agreed applause, as if these words justified any contradiction. We are far from 1978, and by Vanessa Redgrave delivering a virulent speech where she denounced a “small group of Zionist truments”: half of the room hooked her, the other half applauded, while outside, the demonstrations for and against were unleashed. This sequence was healthy: it said the debate, the contradiction, the possibility of opposing without fear of missing the next cast or the party where you have to be. The American media have rejoiced at the calm of the ceremony, the absence of slippages, this long, quiet river where a single culprit has made it possible to be unanimous to preserve the harmony specific to tyrannies.
Abnousse Shalmani, committed to the identity obsession, is a writer and journalist
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