Paris
Lady Gaga, a New Yorker with no French blood at all, added the first hint of star quality to the official opening of the Paris Olympics. It had long been rumoured that the singer would top the bill at last night’s ambitious ceremony on the River Seine, and there she was, popping her head out of a cluster of pink plumes as the big reveal of an evening otherwise blighted by persistent rain.
Gaga’s French language performance of Mon truc en plumes (“My Feathers Thing”) was entertaining enough, not least because lines such as Tout dans l’coup de reins (“It’s all in the hip thrust”) were so torturously mispronounced. There was also something joyously ridiculous about the way she tried to mimic Zizi Jeanmaire, the real-life Parisienne who made Mon truc famous in the early Sixties when the city was full of innovative young talent of its own.
In this sense, Gaga’s position at an imported highlight of Paris 24 perfectly illustrates a conundrum of modern France: its cultural clichés are all still intact and usable, but they rely on foreigners to sell them. Céline Dion is the Canadian queen of power ballads and it was her — rather than a local — who was chosen to sing Hymne à l’amour, Édith Piaf’s stirring ode to a lost lover.
It’s all part of the Emily in Paris syndrome: the eponymous heroine of the hit TV series doesn’t speak a word of French, and her beret is the wrong colour — red instead of black — yet she has arguably done more to put the city of love and light on the map in recent years than any other living person.
President Emmanuel Macron, ever the disruptive centrist, accepts the dominance of such interlopers, and this is why so many of his fellow citizens detest him. They view the former merchant banker as an ally of the so-called “Anglo-Saxons” — the dreaded globalists whose liberal economics and transnational lifestyles are slowly destroying traditional Frenchness. Macron is notoriously fickle — he is often accused of supporting whichever side he happens to be speaking to — and such an approach prevailed at Thomas Jolly’s Olympic ceremony.
Thus, there were plenty of accordions and can-can girls, but it was household names who would appeal to a billion-strong TV audience of mostly non-French people which dominated. Eurovision song contest kitsch, and multiple woke references to diversity and sisterhood, also topped the bill.
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