Hilda

A heroine we talk about constantly but we know nothing about. Others think for her, choose for her. It is everyone’s fantasy.

We think we have to deal with a social play on the class struggle, on the place of women... The point is there, certainly, but little by little another perception comes deeper, more underground.

We enter the room with lightness, with a smile and little by little, without noticing a hellish machine is put in place, grinds us. No more exits are possible. The architecture of this room is implacable. We gradually perceive the troubled, disturbing part of the characters, the meanders of the human soul, our cracks, our relationship to power, our need for domination, our intimate alienations, our vampirism, our madness.

In this tale, monstrosity is part of our "humanity". It is at the same time contemporary, everyday, bourgeois, it is part of us, in total evidence.