Marc-Henri Boisse

Inspired by the Cantat-Trintignant drama.

In his solitude, a man dreams, imagines, fumbles, eructs. In front of his computer, he writing, he sends e-mails, like bottles at the sea. Robinson, he tries to escape, not from a deserted island, but a world of appearances, deserted, empty, inconsistent, mirage of a mirage.

An interrogation on the real identity of each one.

Essay on the attacks of September 11, 2001.

An actress rehearses behind closed doors scenes from the trial of Joan of Arc, confronted with the view that spectators have character.