{"id":685,"date":"2008-11-04T12:01:01","date_gmt":"2008-11-04T12:01:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/performancemonkey\/wp\/2008\/11\/practical_criticism_when_fops.html"},"modified":"2008-11-04T12:01:01","modified_gmt":"2008-11-04T12:01:01","slug":"practical_criticism_when_fops","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/performancemonkey\/2008\/11\/practical_criticism_when_fops.html","title":{"rendered":"Practical criticism: when fops go bad"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In these days of turmoil and world change, the British media stopped thinking about war, recession and the future of the free world last week to consider a prank call broadcast by two high-profile BBC presenters. Louche comic Russell Brand (notorious here for shagadelic excesses, though the wider world may know him as the star of <em>Forgetting Sarah Marshall<\/em>) and chat-show host Jonathan Ross (cheeky chappy and film buff) left a series of taunting messages for actor Andrew Sachs. So far, so sniggering: but the ensuing <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Russell_Brand_Show_prank_telephone_calls_row\">hullaballoo<\/a> led to tabloid outrage, Parliamentary harrumphing, resignations and disciplining.<br \/>\nBut the monkey has his mind on higher things, namely: what are these chaps wearing? Both Ross and Brand are notable not simply for sauce and provocation, but for their extravagant mode of dress. Ross favours <a href=\"http:\/\/style.uk.msn.com\/fashionandbeauty\/celebritychic\/gallery.aspx?cp-documentid=5569807&amp;imageindex=12\">florid suits<\/a> blaring in cerise and purple, pink pinstripes and frock coats. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.celebrityspotlight.co.uk\/CelebPics.asp?Celeb=13d1b0d862&amp;ShowCelebPic=1251\">Brand<\/a>, on the other hand, works a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.guardian.co.uk\/lifeandstyle\/2006\/oct\/07\/fashion.shopping3\">skinny Goth look <\/a>&#8211; black as the grave, big mussy hair, smeary eyeliner, entwined with thin scarves and belts and spindly tchotchkes. He looks thrown together, a bit dirty, as if he&#8217;d just crawled out of someone&#8217;s bed in a hangover and a hurry. It isn&#8217;t tidy but it&#8217;s nonetheless highly dandified.<br \/>\nKnow what these guys are? They are fops: eye-catching, stuff-strutting, rarely pure and never simple. A fop isn&#8217;t a sissy &#8211; Ross and Brand may dress queer but their braggadocio is insistently straight. I&#8217;ll try not to bang on about Restoration drama every week, but there&#8217;s really no better guide to the politics of self-presentation. The late 17th-century theatre created the stock character of the fop &#8211; over-dressed, ultra-fashionable, with a hotline to the latest in gloves, coats and periwigs. As ever, the names tell the story: Lord Foppington in <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.douglashenshall.com\/Therelapsegallery.html\">The Relapse<\/a><\/em>, Sparkish in <em>The Country Wife<\/em>, Novelty Fashion in <em>Love&#8217;s Last Shift<\/em>. Top of the fops is Sir Fopling Flutter in Etherege&#8217;s <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nationaltheatre.org.uk\/?lid=21307&amp;dspl=images\">The Man of Mode<\/a><\/em>, who &#8216;wears nothing but what are originals of the most famous hands in Paris&#8217;, and whose first appearance whips the other characters into a label frenzy as they ask where he got his suit (&#8216;Barroy&#8217;), trimmings (&#8216;Le Gras&#8217;), shoes (&#8216;Piccar&#8217;), wig (&#8216;Chedreux&#8217;) and scent for his gloves (&#8216;Orangerie! You know the smell, ladies&#8217;).<br \/>\nHeady stuff. But does the stage truly admire men who dress up? Let&#8217;s see, after the click:<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\nMen use business suits to project assurance and authority, as we discussed in the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/performancemonkey\/2008\/10\/practical-criticism-boys-in-th.html\">first<\/a> of this series. Sober cut, sober colours &#8211; not so much &#8216;look at me&#8217; as &#8216;respect me.&#8217; Modern-dress productions of classics put rulers in suits &#8211; like the current Ralph Fiennes <em>Oedipus<\/em> or the RSC&#8217;s <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rsc.org.uk\/WhatsOn\/7035.aspx\">Hamlet<\/a><\/em> and <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rsc.org.uk\/explore\/workspace\/richard3_2683.htm\">Richard III<\/a><\/em>. Don&#8217;t mess is the message. But if a chap makes his entrance bright colours, outr\u00e9 cuts, unusual displays of flesh or flounce: welcome to dandyland.<br \/>\nWhere does the power lie? In blokes who dress down or up? A fop undeniably catches the eye &#8211; you want to know where he brought his clobber, and even more how he found the nerve to wear it. But if Restoration drama teaches us anything, it&#8217;s that no-one trusts a fop, and that the people who gawk at them nonetheless can&#8217;t wait to see them humiliated. These characters never get the girl, the fortune, or the joke. In fact, they <em>are<\/em> the joke. Lord Foppington is everybody&#8217;s laughing-stock, while poor Sir Fopling &#8211; who for all his flash is endearingly gauche and needy &#8211; is gulled and slapped down.<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s no surprise that Ross and Brand, riding high on a pile of press cuttings and the apple of every lens, may have felt invulnerable even as they slipped into a fuchsia jacket or skinniest jeans. But a spectacle isn&#8217;t loved, and a world dressed in grey was waiting to turn on them. Look on Sir Fopling, boys, and despair.<br \/>\n<em>Has the monkey got it wrong? What do we make of men who dress like a dandy? Let me know what you think.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In these days of turmoil and world change, the British media stopped thinking about war, recession and the future of the free world last week to consider a prank call broadcast by two high-profile BBC presenters. 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