Splash Opera

Here, the grotesque fable of a drifting society are inhabited by a ballerina, an old child, perched horses, a clown, train employees, a fairy, and a light-filled death wooing soldiers, at the feet of a clepsydra of traveler rats.

This event, carried by strong vocal and musical creation, navigates in a squeaky childhood amidst toy characters that don’t stand long against the disenchantment test of time our world deals us. Roles gradually disintegrate in incongruity and farce: as wills our world, maturity remains inaccessible.

Baroque opera, somewhat misguided, derailed in grand splashings, in fractures, joys and unexpected tomorrows; of the opera, we’ve kept only the essentials: water and rats.

On our shared planet, waters will rise and waters will lack. In this hard-truth paradox, ilotopie creates  » Splash Opera », a new aquatic show already performed 10 times in South Korea, before more than 100,000 spectators.

COMING OUT OF THE KITCHEN

A newly created street theatre will be presented through international tours

It is formed from parts of two lively companies; 4 members of the Ilotopie from Europe and 4 members of the Homo-Ludens from Asia. They have had a successful union for about 9-10 weeks, whilst preserving each own identity.

The recipe is so successful that no sauce is needed for this dish, which will be served hot on the street of urban environment, in front of a lively crowd. This assorted dish will be served in France in 2006, throughout beautiful months of June, July and August, and also tasted in South Korea in the quiet of September and October, before touring internationally.

This production presenting in the heart of street will give audience an opportunity to appreciate intensive and constructive forces of different cultures. Let’s change our keys !

water oxymorons

water show with positive energy

In the aquatic show « Water Oxymores », the tall floating lighthouse of wind and solar architecture feeds the lights, musics and aquatic live machines of the fifteen actors.

When evenig comes, from a symbolic word mired in concessions and baseness, beween abandonment and abundance, tender and sensitive beings will mischievously emerge, very well adapted to rising and wet loves.

The poetry of characters waking on the water and the dreams helds afloat by the energy of the place and the intrepidity of the actors.

« Water 0xymores » is the development of a major show for the company, magical and almost shamanic, but a show wich also carries the corrosive values that we each defend, humanly, in our contemporary society, windows on possible choices and a panel of fragments of utopias put in tatters with acidic images of the current world.

CoNFINES

Artistic actions for 9 days and 9 nights

Dancers, Circassians (du cirque ou du caucase?), musicians and actors will thus, day after night, reinvent their existence in the midst of our society, with the passers-by, inhabitants, children and spectators.
CoNFINES, a derision of the Sisyphean myth, offers, at last, an opportunity to live a true communal link, so that the street remains a forum, a show and a celebration.

Vidéo

dungeons, my secret dungeons.

Engulfing spectacle

Seven spheres, the size of a room, of a cell.

Cachots/Cachotteries comes in the form of a series of intimate architectures, closed doors, impossible universes.

Interiors within interiors in which only an actor can introduce the public.

At the beginning of the path, in the preambulatory, an actor is assigned three people,or if you like, three future spectators are assigned an actor.

And so it is that four of us, perhaps arm in arm, they are heading towards the first sphere…

Narcissus Reflects

Show for still water

It’s at night, standing on the water, that these eight floating mobile actors will agitate the phantoms of a blinding social narcissism: individuals euphoric in self-adulation, echoes of influence, clones in transparency, buffoons of appearance, man-imago, homo-logos….

ilotopie explores here the construction of the individual via the myth of Narcissus, searching how in our society all our bits of self still seek unicity. The original Narcissus, sterile, with no descendants, inaccessible to himself, succeeds at present in multiplying and virtualizing himself: the history of his evolution is in complicity with the advent of the imperialism of the image. Narcissus, organ in the representation of the “selves”, diffuses as we speak to the millions.

Poetic spectacle delivered as a large choreographed fresco, searching in the waters the origins of theater.

Menu Pleasures

The meal as ritual, and personalized access to food are on the pleasures menu !

“Here is a game of actors, like one would say of a game of cards.”

Menu Pleasures is born of a desire for proximity to the public, very close proximity. It is a theater of proximity “truly carried” by the actors and designed to rush into pre-existing architectures: the characters seep into places and passages in order to morph spaces and functions; and then comedians, actors, dancers, musicians and performers invite the public to use of these ephemeral utopias.

Capital Connections

a tunnel theater placed on the boulevards

L'AutoBObus

Woodland clearing, The Orient Express, The farmhouse courtyard...

A bus radically transformed makes its rounds throught the city and offer the everyday users a part of dream, an other point of view in their routine, a convivial pretext for encounters, to wonder about reality…

Topies island

water show about the original metaphor

The great stretch

Several kilometers of laundry are drying across the city

“When I hear about culture, I take out my clothespin…The Albigensians will certainly have, this morning, one of their biggest surprises of the year by discovering a linen worker with her clothesline where shirts, pants, slip skirts, bras are hung… In short, the whole wardrobe usually hung up in the drying rack at the bottom of the garden or elsewhere…The entire register of human feelings is there. Astonishment, amazement, irritation, questioning, indignation, frank laughter, a crooked smile betraying some inner jubilation… » (Le Tarn)