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Experimental Musical Theater
Interpretation
Marc Chalosse, Béatrice Chatron,
Antoinette Ehrard, Yi-Ping Yang,
Sylvain Reymond
Stage Direction Éric Massé
Author Dorothée Zumstein
Music creation Yi Ping Yang, Marc Chalosse
Dramaturgy Catherine Ailloud-Nicolas
Scenography Anouk Dell’Aiera
Lighting David Debrinay
Artistic and technical collaboratio
Sylvain Reymond
Photograph Jean-Louis Fernandez
Costumes Julie Lascoumes
Coproduction and residence
Les Subsistances / Lyon /France
Coproduction
la Compagnie des Lumas, R.I.T., Le Moulin du Roc – Scène nationale de Niort
Les Subsistances de Lyon
With the support of
la Scène Nationale 61-Théâtre d’Alençon, la SPEDIDAM
Diffusion
RIT INFINITY ass.
Cie des Lumas
Duration 80 minutes
Migrances / Migration is a creation halfway between music and theatre, on the troubles of migrants, the friction between legend and reality. The timpani, placed as a central instrument, allows to reinvest a key element of the great orchestras, the one that announces, for example, the Sacrifice of the virgins in Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring. This instrument was once used as a weapon of psychological warfare to burn out the opponents and create a form of hypnosis that can also be compared today with electronic music such as techno. This creation confronts tradition and modernity, tales and reality through a look at the troubles that arise among migrants, born and raised in one culture and living in another. How can we live in a reality, in an environment that is at odds with its roots and beliefs? Do we have to create our own myths and legends in order to better understand what surrounds us?
What begins in a rather classical way with a series of interviews is going to take, little by little, a strange turn. Between the trajectories of the two young women who a priori everything opposes, between their two migrations, singular games of mirror will be established… The reasons for their exile, the family and social pressures that they had to escape in order to «save their skin», the dragon that both of them got tattooed on their backs… little by little the puzzle is being reconstructed… Sometimes their destinies oppose each other, sometimes they telescopate. But between role-playing and pretence games, where the truth ends, where fiction begins?