Le Dindon - Theater by Feydeau
Creation/coproduction
Pontagnac, who has been following Lucienne around for three days because he has fallen madly in love with her, forces his way into her house. He finds her husband, Vatelin, who is none other than one of his old friends. As for Vatelin, he is besieged by an English woman with whom he had an affair in London and who wants to try it again. Her husband, who is aware of the affair, wants to surprise them so that he can divorce them. As for Vatelin, he has an appointment in a hotel with a prostitute who stands him up to play stand-in for the fantasies of Rédillon, Vatelin's best friend, who is longing for Lucienne. Do you follow?
In Feydeau's oeuvre, Le Dindon is a play that goes extremely far. It overflows with terribly funny action interwoven with art and precision. But if it makes us howl with laughter, it's because it lays bare the savagery of each and every one of us. It all starts with Pontagnac breaking into Lucienne's home, this original break-in upsetting order and harmony and causing draughts that violently open doors to unexpected characters. No amount of slamming and re-slamming of doors will help, the beast must be sacrificed. Pontagnac says at the end of the play: ‘It was written, I am the turkey’.
Pontagnac, who has been following Lucienne around for three days because he has fallen madly in love with her, forces his way into her house. He finds her husband, Vatelin, who is none other than one of his old friends. As for Vatelin, he is besieged by an English woman with whom he had an affair in London and who wants to try it again. Her husband, who is aware of the affair, wants to surprise them so that he can divorce them. As for Vatelin, he has an appointment in a hotel with a prostitute who stands him up to play stand-in for the fantasies of Rédillon, Vatelin's best friend, who is longing for Lucienne. Do you follow?
In Feydeau's oeuvre, Le Dindon is a play that goes extremely far. It overflows with terribly funny action interwoven with art and precision. But if it makes us howl with laughter, it's because it lays bare the savagery of each and every one of us. It all starts with Pontagnac breaking into Lucienne's home, this original break-in upsetting order and harmony and causing draughts that violently open doors to unexpected characters. No amount of slamming and re-slamming of doors will help, the beast must be sacrificed. Pontagnac says at the end of the play: ‘It was written, I am the turkey’.
