Like a snippet from a Truffaut film, this Gallic affair […] was nonetheless absorbing.
Through a state of mild confusion, I have respect for the breadth and depth covered in this angsty short piece.
How does it feel to be human? Understand, and lose it all in a journey that explores the movement hand in hand with words and emotions. Open closed doors and explore the alien unveiling from human interactions and miscommunication. Dancing the absurdity of today’s miscommunication along the emotionally conflicted human poetry, stumbling into controversy, if not disagreement, without forgetting to fall in love, to lust and play the waiting game, Us, You, Me, Living ? shamelessly unveils communication behind closed doors, an everyday struggle that reaches all and no one:
One scene, three performers, and the tumultuous sea of the emotional overwhelming. The pedestrian frames a poetic catharsis, while dance flirts with the physically hyperbolic. Fragmentation becomes key over a dinner that surely announces the contemporary hecatomb of feelings. The intrapersonal becomes public, the body’s exhaustion an irremediable urgency.
Premiered as part of the Resolution Festival, at The Place Theatre on 16th January 2020.
Lara Fournier in collaboration with Llewelyn Lewis
Lara Fournier & Llewelyn Lewis
SPOKEN WORD PERFORMER/POET
PHOTOGRAPHER & FILMMAKER, FILM/EDITING COLLABORATOR
FILM & SOUND POST-PRODUCTION/COMMUNICATION MANAGER
Marco Cifre Quatresols
The Place Theatre Technical Team
With SPECIAL THANKS TO Corine Fournier, Gilles Fournier, Beatrice Belletti, Mélissa Anchisi, Troy Wise, Anna-Line Massot, Rick Guzman & Inga Skopnick for their indispensable voices.
As well as to Rambert School of Ballet and Contemporary Dance.
ME / THEM / US IF WE TRY
| I speak with feelings
That’s probably why no one really understands me
No one really gets me
It is so hard just to be oneself
It can be a burden sometimes
There is always a curtain anyway
Then look at the window and think
I wish you would but I know you will not
On a appris à accepter que l’autre fonctionnait différemment
On a grandi, on est adultes
Sometimes, yes, you feel the need to be happy, to have that burden off your chest, to breath again
They are just like…
They have that look of non-consciousness and yeah…
Not that stupidity, they are not stupid, they don’t understand why they are there
We might have a little bit more of consciousness
You just can’t
It eats you up, that’s it
And there is nothing left
It doesn’t matter, does it? It is just so hard to be oneself |