Hendécagone

Ruben and Émile come from afar and sigh for Molière, Eva runs on tragedy, Nayla pictures herself as Andromache, Lou doesn't know or maybe does, Théo counts without calculating, Claudia searches for her father or the light, Paul wanders and doesn't know it, Oscar scrapes himself against words, Jacob illuminates and directs, Inès dreams of somewhere else.

On stage, eleven actors, between flashes of joy and intense tensions, twirl to tell the story of their disparate troupe, juggle stools, tear through tragedies, bone comedies, advocate without seeming to, avoid talking politics, disperse roles, hate or love one another.