Culture night was less of a surprise this time since I had made reservations.
When I go see my friends' plays - especially in small venues where you can't hide - I always prepare a line to say after the performance in case I found it awful. ("You made me dream" Françoise Sagan would have said to Jeanne Moreau after a play where she fell asleep.)
I'm happy to say I didn't need it this time.
(I'm in a period where my friends are doing amazing things. This and this, for example.)
The play is simple, intimate, yet uncompromising. It progresses. The staging is delicate, made of small objects and gestures that you find here and there, telling a story. It was also an opportunity for me to see the journey and talents of someone I know making perfect sense within a personal and powerful play. Very moving. But rest assured: no need to know beforehand to appreciate it.
Oh, and also: you'll learn things (about Chile, about Louise Michel...) and you'll come out less ignorant. Which is not the case for most shows nor, let's be honest, for the majority of my films.
Tant que nos Coeurs Flamboient with Lorena Felei, written and directed by Laurent Contamin. At the Théâtre Essaïon until April 30th.
