Doesn’t this lovely scene remind us of Vaudeville? Lo folclórico has taken over the minds of the faithful like a bad hangover. People actually love this stuff, as if it were Camelot, JLo, Michael Jackson, Sponge Bob Squarepants; maybe even Liberace. I’d begin to blame Rogelio Martínez Furé y toda esa mariconería, or even Fernando Ortiz, but it actually goes back to Minstrelsy—you know, chickens, watermelons, and banjos, and “yah suh, massa”—which influenced Cuban caberet performances of the 1930s. It makes me tired and embarrassed, though I love the clothes.
Doesn’t this lovely scene remind us of Vaudeville? Lo folclórico has taken over the minds of the faithful like a bad hangover. People actually love this stuff, as if it were Camelot, JLo, Michael Jackson, Sponge Bob Squarepants; maybe even Liberace. I’d begin to blame Rogelio Martínez Furé y toda esa mariconería, or even Fernando Ortiz, but it actually goes back to Minstrelsy—you know, chickens, watermelons, and banjos, and “yah suh, massa”—which influenced Cuban caberet performances of the 1930s. It makes me tired and embarrassed, though I love the clothes.
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