I first began to perceive the actress Jana Paulová as a boy sometime in the eighties. Then as a secretary in Alfons Karásek’s film Posledni leč, where she played a young secretary and where she revealed her developed bust. For a teenager, something that wasn’t that common on television until then.
Paul is still a cat and a great actress
Well, yes, but more than three decades have passed and Jana Paulová has practically lost none of her charm and sex appeal. On the contrary. This actress simply matures like wine, she literally lives out her roles – especially the theatrical ones – it’s as if she doesn’t play them, she’s spontaneous and they come out of her somehow completely naturally, none of them are forced, none of them rub, none of them seem to be taught, they just come straight from her, from her insides. Paulová is simply great, funny, famous.
In recent weeks I have been to two games in Kalich in Prague with Jana Paulová. Most recently in Norm Foster’s comedy It’s Never Too Late, directed by Pavel Khek, where she starred with Václav Vydra, and about two months ago in the comedy Without Prejudice, where she excelled for a change with Pavel Zedníček.
Football was being played like crazy
She was great yesterday, and so was Václav Vydra. However, the Czech national football team also played an extremely important match in League B of the UEFA Nations League against Georgia. And after a long time, it was a match where ours could confirm their first place in the group and advance again among the European elite, the cream of the crop, to League A.
But I love the theater, my partner bought the tickets a few months in advance, at that time I didn’t even know about the importance of the repre game. So we went to the theater. On Jana Paulová and Václav Vydra. Cool! I was looking forward to…
Then came the news from the younger son that the Czech Republic was already leading Georgia 1:0 in the third minute! Yay! Great! The theater is great too! And that’s how I behaved… like a cultural illiterate, like some peasant. I played – of course without sound – the match on my mobile phone!
I was fine, but…
A few minutes later, Václav Vydra and Jana Paulová talked in their dialogues about the fact that they were watching football on TV. What a coincidence.
But then Adam Hložek shot perfectly through the wall and Mamardashvili!!!
“Goool!!! Vedeme 2:0!!!” I couldn’t hold back and – to make matters worse – I pumped my hand in the second row under the stage. Fortunately, I only half-whispered my joy, so only my partner and a few people sitting around us noticed.
Shame and joy
“That’s not true!” commented a lady sitting right behind us in the third row. I was ashamed. But at the same time I was happy, because we are leading 2:0!
But I’m in the theater. On Jana Paulová and Václav Vydra. Both play three roles in the comedy, perfectly.
They are excellent. And so I enthusiastically watched the theater and watched football on my phone. In silence. Still, with exaggeration, a raised finger from my partner. Because I’m a disgrace. And I embarrass myself in the theater.
But the elites played. On the stage, the actors, on the phone screen, the football ones, or rather those who will once again fight their way among the European elite, the football elite, this evening. Czech rep.
You know, football
Summa sumárum – I enjoyed the evening. Theater and our victory. Although the remaining hour of football was not so wonderful.
And he enjoyed and I enjoy the end of that evening as well – my partner talks to me sparingly, only important things related to the running of the household, children, dog, cat…
They say I pissed her off, a lot! The team “try… soccer” and yelling google. On mine“After all, it was a half-whisper and almost no one noticed it, except for a few people around.” she responded briefly, clearly, succinctly: “But I do!”
One way or another, I apologize to Jana Paulová and Václav Vydra, but I really watched and perceived them very attentively and with enthusiasm. You were great, thank you, I applaud again…
And I also apologize to my girlfriend: “Then don’t be angry anymore. Sorry, you know, football…”