It is there, it's the story of an obsession. A man, H. 2, is tortured by an idea that lodges in the head of his collaborator F., and of which he knows nothing. His only existence seems to defy everything he believes in, everything he takes for granted. He seeks at all costs, even to imagine the worst, to extirpate it, annihilate it. Intolerant H. 2? No, rather terribly attentive to what is played between the beings, beyond the speech, the bodies.
The obsession is, with the language, one of the recurring themes of the work of Nathalie Sarraute. Here is the main character, it is she who leads the dance with delight. It takes the viewer into the meanders of a quest for irrational logic, on the verge of absurdity and laughter of which we are never far away. We are not locked in a brain theatre. On the contrary, overflowing with energy or even radiant fury, this theatre goes forward, runs after the word that follows, and the idea that escapes. It's a theatre on the move.
In collaboration with Alliance Française de Bombay.