Salle Richelieu, on the stage curtain which is not red velvet, but canvas in our tricolor colors, the spectator reads this sentence of Saint-Just which sets the tone well:
"All the arts have produced wonders, the The art of governing has only produced monsters.
When the enormous flag rises over the grandiose chords of the overture to Mozart's
Don
Giovanni,
we find ourselves immersed in a setting that would be the living room of a sublime mansion lit by candlelight.
A fire crackles in the center of the room.
In the background, just above the door, the disturbing head of Medusa by Caravaggio.
The opening of
Don Giovanni
is not innocent.
It closes a world that no longer knows where to turn.
The play is set in 1794, the year when the Revolution got carried away, when its leaders were caught in the spiral of Terror, in the clutches of their own history.
Failing to act, they palaver.
We know the end because from the beginning, we know that he will be part of the…
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