Mes frères
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Mes frères

Pascal Rambert / Arthur Nauzyciel

Not recommended for those

under the age of 16

Created from May 27 to June 4, 2020 in TNB
In tours season 2020/21

A house in the forest. 4 men – brothers – and a woman: Pascal, Laurent, Frederic, Arthur – loggers, woodworkers – and Marie the maid. All their desires, thoughts, and words hang her. She, in turn, asserts her freedom. They yowl, bellow, and bray. They lay bare their tortured nights. Is it all a dream? Mes frères (My Brothers) is just that: an evocation of masculine desire, fantasy, and obsession. It explores their consequences for a male, deep in his flesh as well as on the surface of his skin. And it tells how women might use them. Mes frères (My Brothers) voices such all-devouring desire – the fleeting seam of existence – in terms of a backwoods story: or is it perhaps an animist poem or indeed a lover’s ritual. Already in Sœurs (Sisters), written for Audrey Bonnet and Marina Hands, two women engage in a struggle to the death. Tooth and nail. Word-for-word. Mano a mano. Mes frères (My Brothers) mounts a similar frontal assault, elemental in kind, beyond all reality.     

Pascal Rambert has written a terrifying story of ravenous destruction: “human beings who literally devour each other. But, contrary to what women have had to endure for centuries – and how men have devoured women unrestrained – I wanted to reverse the trend and give men to be devoured by a woman, so that they too might know what it feels like.” 
 

Mes frères (My Brothers) explores 3 lines of force: a certain relationship with nature, with the elemental crustiness of life; art as the creator of imaginary fantasy worlds which make light of the borders between the conscious and sub-conscious mind; a plunge into the underlying structures of the human psyche and the family ties that ensnare us.  

Not recommended for those

under the age of 16