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, melted us like soft-serve ice cream in a Fiat in the sun, so we couldn’t wait to see their possible 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 made us wait 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?
Discover Sganarelle in hardcore version
It is rare that Comédie-Française shows are not recommended for children under 15… This one, showing scenes of masturbation, rather violent coupling and vaguely masochistic fights on the set of the very intimate Studio Théatre, the is right. But if you’re old enough, and you’re not too sensitive, run to see this incredible version of the 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 striking 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.
Forced marriagecomedy in one act by Molière, at the Studio Théâtre until July 3.
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Free yourself from morality with “The Mom and the Whore”
“Why wouldn’t women have the right to say that they want to fuck with a guy? And how many times does Françoise Lebrun say the word “kiss” in this cult film by Jean Eustache whose theatrical release caused a stir? The Mom and the Whore, 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-closed door of a love triangle, this film of 3 h 48 does not count a moment too much.
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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. Lost, 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, on abortion or homosexuality, but tremendously liberating on the right of women to lead their lives as they see fit.
The Mom and the Whoreby Jean Eustache, indoors.
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Take yourself for a prehistoric man in Marseille
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 cave magnificently decorated with prehistoric paintings depicting a fascinating bestiary, aurochs, horses, lions, penguins (yes, in Provence!), megaloceros, saiga antelopes and bulls, running on its walls. Human handprints too…
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While underwater archaeologists are racing against time to study it and bring to the surface the precious knowledge of prehistory, of which it abounds, the public can visit it, since June 4, in Marseille, two not from the Mucem, a striking “restitution”, produced using 3D modeling of incredible fidelity, and the know-how of the teams who worked on the replica of the Chauvet cave. A journey to the center of the sea and the earth as spectacular as it is moving and educational aboard “exploration modules”, which make the visit to the mythical cave more fluid and also restore its mystery.
https://www.grotte-cosquer.com.
Fill your basket with poems
Arla Lucarelli (reading herself in the video). Nancy Huston, who is presiding this year, will also reflect, during her general assembly, on the relationship between philosophy and poetry, raising the question of poetry as thought. A few events not to be missed: Wednesday, the opening onto the landscape of Luxembourg, with a fine place given to Ukrainian poetry (6:45 p.m.). Saturday, a meeting with Stefan Hertmans (at 5 p.m.). Sunday, a tribute to Michel Deguy, with, in particular, Florence Delay and Jacques Bonaffé (6 p.m.). Don’t forget to listen Nedim Gürsel (Saturday at 6 p.m.) around his latest books, including
Nazim Hikmet, the song of men (Borrowing from present time), devoted to the figure of the immense Turkish poet Nazim Hikmet, and
Travel to Iran (Actes Sud), but also his collection of haikus published by Nouvelles Éditions Place. These announce their stop at the end of the month, closing a beautiful catalog which also contains that of Jean-Michel Place editions. You have to go pick the fruits before closing! We owe Jean-Michel Place the foundation of this event, in 1983, where publishers continue the fight of words and imagination, at Cheyne publisher, at Bruno Doucey at Castor astral and at Canoe, at Chandeigne
in this Portuguese season, without forgetting Seghers, of course, la Contre-Allée… And so many others…