#pascal rambert

In a large white room, a woman and a man are talking to each other. He is the one who starts the conversation. She listens, attentive, and answers him with a second monologue. They talk about their separation, talk about before and now. It is precisely in this movement of distance that the tension of relationships, the strangeness of recognition, the disturbance of discrepancy are played out. To the question: "Who do we love when we love?" Pascal Rambert does not provide a ready-made answer. It circulates in possibilities. He does not refuse the clichés used, at least once, by those who separate, who seek the reasons for falling out of love, who rewrite memories, embellish them, before destroying everything with a few murderous phrases. The uninterrupted river of words, the questions-answers that we chain, the breath blocked, in a sort of marathon between fear and liberation: it is there, in the heart of this painful moment, that Pascal Rambert installs us, not fearing to disturb, to create doubt, to toss around in the twists and turns of a story that leads inexorably to rupture and, perhaps, to the adventure of another life. In the brutality of an omnipresent verb, in the incredible rigor of cold and murderous writing, a merciless fight unfolds. Stanislas attacks and Audrey has to fight against the obliteration he wants to impose on her. They are on equal terms, but do not use them in the same way. There is the masculine and the feminine. There are two looks, two silences, two words to express the violence of a dying love.

le théâtre et l'art sont là pour donner à imaginer si j'ose dire sa propre imagination son imagination à soi dans un lieu où l'on penser ne jamais aller un lieu dont on ignorais en soi l'existence on se dit mais je ne savais pas que j'avais ce lieu en moi moi d'habitude j'allais toujours au même endroit d'imagination j'imaginais pas beaucoup j'imaginais pas loin j'imaginais à peine je ne pensais pas que je pouvais imaginer beaucoup on m'avait toujours dit ne rêve pas on m'avait toujours dit l'imagination c'est bien beau on m'avait toujours dit ce genre d'idioties or j'ai décidé de monter sur le théâtre pour combattre cela

quand je monte sur la scène de bois je ne risque pas ma vie certes mais je place haut la quête