The Melancholy of Dragons @ Centre Pompidou 
then here. Theater as I want to see. Indeed I see not much.
The Melancholy of dragons is poetry with zany false arrhythmic tunes serial Z. Philippe Quesne thwarts the artifices of theatrical staging, disassembled, the husks, the exhibits to make them even more magical at the end ... so we do not really know the tricks of the distinguished decor tricks of history. yeah I know it sounds complicated like that, and it turns out that this is indeed a bit disturbing ... (Note: I suggest to people a little tired nervously to avoid reading the paragraph that follows, it exhausted me too, that's why I put it in light gray, it's less aggressive)
For one of the questions that arises, for example at some point is: fake snow begins and ends real? least not the "true" to true (the cold and wet that melts in your hands, no, this one is irrelevant) but one that is already there on stage when we arrive in the room (which is Nor that the actors out of their fake snow machine for the show ... which, however, in truth, in reality not dramatic, is the same, fake snow what) and that the coup was supposed to be real snow .. at least in the story plays on stage, real snow in short fiction, one that, by convention, because true thought must play the game as a spectator to believe that what we see on scene is not a decoration, but a kind of reality, something we imagine real anyway ... brief. It seems that one can deduce from this "fact" that the imagination of the audience contributes greatly to the materialization of unlikely situations, and, for example, make it probable existence of a snowy forest in the basement of the center Pompidou ... wooooaw MENTAL ATTACK. I can assure you the sight of Philippe Quesne was nothing so stultifying that what I just wrote. I should think not .. at the same time as I write ..
Finally, whatever happens, it happens at the end it's magic, despite everything.
And we really do not notice it right away ... In any case, it happens roughly between the appearance of the protagonists, a kind of ersatz old rocker with nice fake long hair who listen to the Scorpions drinking beer in their AX, and then install their Park Attraction itinerant where fake snow (the famous ..), fan, video, bubble machine and fountain form an introduction to craft a "dance" of quilts made from giant sheets taped together and filled with air fan (one of the hairy ' said a few minutes earlier). Yeah, like that with words, right now, we not realize ... Yet these quilts were hung dancing time, and here we thought that was surprising as magic may surprise some (lexical redundancy also .)... Even (especially!) Transmitted by actors who look more like Technicians Machinists to scholars of the French language. Tfaçon then there is no text. And tock! it still gives chills, it's raw poetry. endpoint.
As a bonus, a pirate video taken during the interlude guitar-flute resumed I'm still loving you Scorpions .. oh yeah stolen your oily hair at the sound of the wind, the fake snow will perhaps go ...
