Marvin M'toumo (CH/FR)
Concours de larmes
théâtre, défilé de mode, performance
- 1h45
- F Hearing-impaired spectators welcome
- E Partially-sighted spectators welcome
- B Accessible to persons with reduced mobility
Texte: Marvin M’toumo. Mise en scène: Marvin M’toumo. Assistante mise en scène: Clarisse Charlot Buon. Jeu: Davide Christelle sanvee, Elie Autin, Chienne de Garde, Clarisse Charlot Buon, Marvin M’toumo, Amy Mbengue, Djamila Imani Mavuela. Création sonore: Vica Pacheco, Baptiste Lechapelain. Création lumière : Alessandra Domingues. Création Scénographie : Marvin M’toumo. Construction Scénographie: Angelo Bergomi. Costume: Marvin M’toumo. Assistante costume: Marie schaller. Maquillage: Chaïm Vischel. Crédit photo: Pauline Scotto Di Cesare. Assistant.e Design Costume: Marie Schaller, Carmen Soto, Margot Levasseur, Louis Garcia, Vincent Delobelle, Maëlys Bois, Noa Toledano, Dahlia Koumsam, Elisa Consultant Design Costume: Louise Jarrige Leberre, Aurore Marquis, Paul Pourcelot. Aide Technique tailleur: Aurore Marquis. Collaboration Ailes de fée: Doria Gomes Rosay. Collaboration Costume: Marine Lefebvre. Collaboration Modélisme corset: Philippine Lafarge. Administration: Anna Ladeira.
Production: Association Hibiscus et Le Voisin. Coproduction: Théâtre de l’Usine. Avec le soutien de la Ville de Genève la Loterie Romande, Fondation Nestlé pour l’Art, Fondation Jan Michalski, Fondation Ernst Göhner.
A fashion show outside of fashion week; a tale in haute couture costumes; an eerie mass without a place of worship; a depressed circus without a big top; Concours de larmes is far more than that.
The mourners enter the stage, the contest begins: the rule is simple, they must either be the best at making people cry, or cry better than the others.
Thus it is that Diva, Jérémiades, Larmes de crocodile, Drama queen, Démon des larmes and Lamentations move between g-strings, paper orchids, feather corsets and chastity veils. In this kind of ceremonial boxing ring with multiple registers, we no longer know whether our mourners are wearing fake tears or shedding real ones, whether we should laugh or cry rivers. There is a fine line between artifice and authenticity, euphoria and melancholy, first and second degree – and the emotion is at a fever pitch.