Hurricane

In the same ironic tone as a gruesome fairy tale, Hurricain is attempt at an identification of the self by men and women dumbfounded by their own existence.

It is the fruit of an in-depth study of the actor, the enigma of his presence on stage and the emergence of the secret figure that he carries within and who pushes him to journey into his fantasy.

Improbable states, calamitous situations, bizarre little characters with sadio-etrotic traits: so many ironic filters blurring identity.

Delightful creatures scuppering the revolution, Frank Sinatra singing over mass graves; the impotent medical world holds a conference and dogs rule the world.

Theatre is an independent space. It creates a metaphorical alphabet whose letters and syntax we sometimes recognise, but never really know the profound meaning of. It has the vocation to be the place where the human being escapes from himself it in order to rediscover himself differently. Theatre attempts to throw light on the deep and obscure obsessions of an epoch.
A stage cannot be considered simply as a surface or as only a support for the weight of the actors who tread it. It is an instrument of perspective that detects the tiny gaps in audiences’ brains. The action, if there be any, always takes place behind or beyond the eye. But should we act and must we speak to each other still? Patrick Bonté.