They’re moving forward. Slowly, implacably, as if time itself had decided to resist. This creation opens like a silent procession before toppling everything. Five performers forming a fragile, stubborn, funny and heartbreaking human line at the same time. The device is extremely effective: while the bodies are moving in slow motion, objects slip from the clothes and fall to the ground (phone, can, bouquet of flowers, water gun...). So many derisory and familiar traces, mirrors of a saturated world. The soundtrack oscillates between chaos and romantic languor, faces remain marble. Here, slowness is not a posture but a political act, a way to catch one’s breath when everything goes wrong.
Co-creation of La rose des vents + Le Gymnase CDCN Festival Le Grand Bain