Christian Blanc

The Forest is both a vibrantly spontaneous and brutally funny family drama, and a glorious tribute to acting and theater - in other words, an Arnaud Desplechin film. With Michel Vuillermoz and Denis Podalydès as the nephew and his friend, Adeline D’Hermy as the niece, and Martine Chevallier in a stunning performance as the sublimely selfish aunt Raissa.

A little town in the north of France, 1941. Blanche has three children. She worries about her husband Victor, who often goes out at night. Actually, Victor belongs to the Resistance. Soon, Blanche will be a resistant too. In the network, there is also Germinal, the hairdresser. His daughter Marie knows everything and asks to be part of it... Chronicle of the occupation and of the resistance through the eyes of the women.

Theater play "Les fourberies de Scapin" played by the "Comédie française" in 1998.

Sganarelle is obstinate. He categorically refuses to allow Clitandre to marry his daughter Lucinda. To get around this obstacle, she develops a stratagem, with the help of Lisette, her maid. She feigned illness, forcing her father to call in doctors who proved incompetent. The servant then proposes an outstanding doctor, who is none other than Clitandre in disguise... This comedy-ballet in three acts, written to music by Jean-Baptiste Lully, was the first play that Molière's troupe staged as the king's troupe, in 1665. It was followed by another short play: The Sicilian or Love Painter. Cover: On the left, Clitandre, in the centre Lucinde, on the right Sganarelle.

A staging of Molière's play "The Miser" by Catherine Hiegel.

Tartuffe is a hypocritical impostor who manages to manipulate Orgon, a wealthy widowed bourgeois, by feigning devotion. Orgon ends up offering his daughter Mariane in marriage to Tartuffe, while he disowns his son Damis and intends to donate all his possessions to Tartuffe. Elmire, Orgon's young wife, whom Tartuffe is courting, will attempt to expose him, while the royal family intervenes to prevent the ruin of Orgon's family.

I am there. I say nothing. In the lounge, the boxes still opened from our moving in. My father. My mother. Come to comfort me. Her father. Her mother. Incapable to say the words. To put into words what has happened. And outside, the rain. Diluvian. Improbable.