It’s a crazy bet that Fanny Ardant has embarked on: to play the adaptation of Laurence Plazenet’s long-running novel, “The Wound and the Thirst”, an epic story of nearly 600 pages, recounting the destiny of two men from the 17th century. century, in search of absolute love.
But it is alone on stage that Fanny Ardant presents herself at the Marigny studio, in an ominous darkness. Catherine Schaub, the director, decided to concentrate on the story which passionately links Madame de Clermont to Monsieur de La Tour.
For 90 minutes, Fanny Ardant takes us into the torments of crazy, all-consuming passion. She is a woman who was forced into marriage at the age of 15, mother of four children, who fifteen years after her wedding, fell in love with an injured rider, nephew of her husband. She turns pale at the sight of him, refuses to let herself be caught up in her feelings. But nothing will help. A crazy, unforgettable love had just seized her, and will haunt her for the rest of her days.
In a perfect score for her, Fanny Ardant still impresses. At 75 years old, she dives into her own depths to better make viewers feel the butterflies that devour her insides, this insatiable love, which burns and which occupies every pore of her skin. All it takes is a gesture to show his trouble, a look to evoke his anguish in the face of infidelity.
Obviously the passion will consume the two beings, distance them from each other, the better to reunite them in a last breath. Ardant enjoys evoking the power of his voice, always so recognizable, always so seductive. What happens to the one who lost the one she loved more than the others? Can we ever forget the desire, the intensity of a relationship, however destructive it may be? Fanny Ardant answers her questions here with enlightening lucidity.
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“The wound and the thirst”, currently at Studio Marigny.
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