La Fille

A smooth, shiny and slightly crazy monologue of megalomania with a smile on red lips. Here, they don't seek love or wait for approval - they just burn up the stage with their gaze and turn pride into art. It all sounds like a confident stride down the catwalk, where even a fall is staged in advance by the director. Sarcasm and self-irony go hand in hand, and underfoot lie the shards of other people's expectations. The world can make as much noise as it likes, but this heroine knows that speaking louder is pointless when the power is already in her voice.