Resurrect with Phoenix…and dance!
We knew that the group of French rockers who are a hit abroad were in the studio to record their seventh album. Their latest, Ti Amo, had us melting like soft-serve ice cream in a Fiat in the sun, so we couldn’t wait to hear their new songs exclusively at the We Love Green festival, last weekend. Unfortunately, rain, mud and lightning got the better of this evening. Fortunately, the Versailles quartet kept us waiting with a new title, the first after two years of silence, the aptly named “Alpha Zulu”, inspired by the words of an airplane pilot in his radio, while his device was in the middle of a storm. This heady and very danceable electro-pop-disco nugget is a good omen for their upcoming opus… And the summer hit?
It is rare that the shows of the Comédie-Française are not recommended for children under 15… This one, showing on the set of the very intimate Studio Théatre scenes of masturbation, rather violent coupling and vaguely masochistic fights, the is right. But if you’re old enough, and you’re not too sensitive, run to see this incredible version of Forced Marriage, whose boss of the Frenchman entrusted the staging to the brilliant Louis Arène. Equipped with frightening masks, multiplying roles and exchanging genres (women playing most of the time male characters and vice versa), spinning like crazy in an oppressive setting from which they seem never to be able to extract themselves, the five actors play the satire of patriarchy once imagined by Molière in an overexcited, vengeful and terribly distressing way. And yet the public burst out laughing throughout the duration of the show, flabbergasted by what they dare to show them, also sensing how much this hilarious violence, never gratuitous, accurately expresses the enslavement of some to the desire and power of others. Benjamin Lavernhe is gripping in Pancrace, Christian Hecq is an appalling Dorimène of perversion, as for Julie Sicard, she makes a panting, lunar and pitiful Sganarelle that we will not soon forget.
The Forced Marriage, comedy in one act by Molière, at the Studio Théâtre until July 3.
“Why shouldn’t women say they want to fuck a guy?” And how many times does Françoise Lebrun say the word “kiss” in this cult film by Jean Eustache whose theatrical release is causing a stir? La Maman et la Putain, Grand Prix at the Cannes Film Festival in 1973, and screened 49 years after its release at the last festival, is finally back on view in a restored version. In this quasi-camera of a love triangle, this 3:48 film does not count a moment too much.
Jean-Pierre Léaud, (Alexandre) a poor, idle young intellectual, but very busy reading, drinking, talking about the world and women, was dumped by the one he wanted to marry. Confused, he responds on leaving a café in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, the film’s setting, to the gaze of Véronika, a Polish nurse, who fucks and drinks a “maximum”. A disturbing relationship begins with the one that the handsome Alexandre has with his mistress, Marie, a thirty-year-old woman, the fabulous Bernadette Lafont. This film cannot be summarized. We plunge into black and white in the smoke of cigarettes and the vapors of alcohol, between long hair and vinyls, 4L and paper newspapers. We drink these brilliant dialogues, not always so perched, and their wide-open questions about love and the walk of a destructured world, where language and expression were free, from the most shocking point of view today, about abortion or homosexuality, but tremendously liberating about a woman’s right to live her life as she sees fit.
The Mom and the Whore, by Jean Eustache, in theaters.
Discovered in 1985 at the bottom of a 116-meter trench at a depth of 37 meters, in the heart of the creeks, by the diver Henri Cosquer, it is doomed, alas, to disappear, condemned by the inexorable rise in sea level… What ? The Cosquer cave, a beautifully decorated cave with prehistoric paintings featuring a fascinating bestiary, aurochs, horses, lions, penguins (yes, in Provence!), megaloceros, saiga antelopes and bulls, running on its walls. Human handprints too…
https://www.grotte-cosquer.com.
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