Run! Run! It’s Jan Fabre!  He’s staging pornography – German stuff. German stuff!

(****WARNING:  gross photos ahead****)


Periodically I like to check in on Troubleyn and see if  Fabre has been arrested or killed or married Marie Chouinard.  That would be a match  made in the bathroom. One thing is certain:  he is  contributing nothing to the collective.  I’ll show you:

This is Mount Olympus, a TWENTY FOUR HOUR interactive casserole of naked hate sex nonsense.  The zeitgeist sneaks out the back door.  You know what bothers me the most about this video ? It goes too long and I understand the concept of repetitiveness in performance work.  You get to that point where you see people are looking around and you reel it in with something else.   Jan Fabre isn’t doing that.  For all his conceptual talk on the limits of beauty he is not aware of the subtle art of fucking with your audience but not to the point of exclusion. 

So THIS was my take away from the video. Because he is getting redundant and aware only of himself this could be a dangerous  situation for these guys and their dicks. Jan Fabre still can’t create Kylian’s “Sarabande” and come on, man, you are never going to be Kylian. Seriously.  (that’s the second time I scolded him about this shit for you 4 who read this).

Remember this? Hope not.

Lisbeth Gruwez  is a pretty talented dancer and has distanced herself from Fabre but this is ….damn. This is worse than a secret sex tape on the internet because, well, shit she is complicit.  Willingly did this (it starts out with her mixing a martini and then she is the olive)

Can you imagine dating him? I would not want to see this man let loose in a bedroom. I am not saying it would be a crime scene….but I am not saying it wouldn’t. I don’t think you would come back from Jan Fabre – with a lot of booze and Xanax maybe.

But hey… dance and performance art has been this undefined thing, just needing someone to come along and take a big ole dump on it. To make it relevant doncha know. 

And our hero knew from the start that nothing says relevant like gross stuff.  For instance, you need to have a guy shoving his face into another guy’s ass  because damn it, performance art is nothing with out a ketamine rim job.

Fabre was in some trouble with a public statement by 12 dancers finally accusing him of sexual intimidation (don’t know how it ended) and I sympathize. As employees we are all exploited to some degree.  As artists in a company getting paid, you are willing to take more shit and they know it. 

You need the work, it’s your career it is what you worked for then got a really bad break and ended up with him. If those allegations were true – and almost everything Troubleyn has done would substantiate it – you know what will happen to him?

Nothing. 

So I put it to the dancers on their way out- if Mount Olympus is some sort of fucked up all night free-for-all  why not shoot the works? Blaze of glory!  If I had the misfortune of dancing for Fabre I would use this opportunity to have a nervous breakdown, on the stage, catatonic, scene stealer. Ambulance and everything.

I don’t want a lot from life.  But I want to derail a Jan Fabre production. And also world peace.  I would like that too.  And maybe a bike.

Yours apologetically,

Fatova