“It’s still theatre, because violent death is depicted but doesn’t actually occur. It’s death deliberately selected and staged.” Audrée Wilhelmy, Les sangs
A tale of love and raw meat
Borrowing from Donkeyskin and Bluebeard, and even from the writings of the Marquis de Sade, this adult fairy tale blurs the line between pain and pleasure, fantasy and horror, mischievous games and hunting with hounds. Bewitching.
In the attic of a mansion, six small rooms enclose the essence and the notebooks of seven women: the wives and victims of Féléor Barthélémy Rü. Known in the City as the Ogre, he has inherited a taste for human flesh from his ancestor, the Great Hunter. Marie des Cendres, seventh on the list, entertains herself by impersonating each of her predecessors in turn in this house of phantasms, where cruel erotic games form a counterpoint to a powerful underlying death wish. A timeless adaptation of Audrée Wilhelmy’s enigmatic novel Les sangs by the Théâtre populaire d’Acadie.