This is the story of Cleopatra, who regrets her lost innocence: “green in judgement, cold in blood.”
It’s the story of Antony, of his birth, of Cleopatra’s death.
But above all, it’s the story of Lionel and his inner child, who’s playing in the driveway. Of the day that little boy claimed his place in the world; the day everything got complicated; the day the whole gender thing became an issue. It’s also the story of Dillon, of a friendship, of another point of view, of another perspective on gender and the French language, that bitch ...
With a healthy dose of self-deprecation, Laitue Matinale looks at who we are, who we’re expected to be, and the social desire deeply rooted in the French language to categorize absolutely everything.
Laitue Matinale was presented in spring 2019, as part of the Festival du Jamais Lu.