Olivier B shed a tear when he came to greet the actors at the end of the premiere of his play My glorious youthFriday, July 8. For him, it was a particularly poignant evening: farewell to the festival he has run since 2013, and a tribute to his debut in Avignon, where he made a remarkable coup, in 1995, with server. Olivier B was 29 years old, living unaddressed, moving from place to place unbroken from the skull that had served his father during his dental studies. He had a crazy project he’s done: put on a play on an episode for seven consecutive days to celebrate the servant, that solitary lamp that stays lit on the set when theaters are empty.
He practices theater with unchanging joy from a craftsman who loves his instruments.
The starting point for the story was in two sentences: A young woman, Marthe, asked her four closest friends to leave to pass on a word whispered to her by an angel into the world. For four years, I waited for their inheritance… Twenty-six of them, plus the dog Flippot, were playing this Servant It consists of four main parts, set in a drama series. Hours passed, spectators went in and out, or slept, but it didn’t matter: when they came back or when they awoke, they found the right momentum of an author and a band that invoked the gospel. , Moliere, Shakespeare or Homer, and the impudent desire for youth that seemed eternal.
Twenty-seven years later, Olivier P has completed a circuit. He’s back in the gym at the Lycée Aubanel, but he’s, somehow, wiser: only ten hours of performance (including two rest periods), from 2 p.m. to midnight, in order to My glorious youth. At 56, the festival director looks back on his theatrical youth by questioning today’s youth through the character of Harlequin. His clown is a pizza delivery guy. Every day, he brings one to a forgotten poet, who immediately throws it away. So much for the starting point of the quad my youth Come here. Four plays in which we’ll see Harlequin wrestle with art, love, politics, religion, betrayal, hell, and redemption.
We will not risk summarizing it: we will lose the reader. Suffice it to know that on his journey, this Harlequin will encounter an array of characters – a quirky cardinal and a disjointed sister, the Minister of Culture and his advisor, each as ambitious and useless as the other, a tragic comeback actress, a cynical businessman who became President of the Republic, and four young men – too, in server – Who dreams of theater and ends up doing something else. Then there’s Alexander, the forgotten poet, whose love for Harlequin seems like the culmination of existence and the mortification of death.
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