From the outset, the tone is set: Xavier Guelfi emerges disheveled, as if he had fallen out of bed. While concocting a carrot juice, he engages in conversation with the spectators,
de facto
invited to share the intimacy of his kitchen. He calls on the public to share their despair, their lack of empathy, their weariness, their disgust with life. And suddenly, light! He offers the assembly nothing less than a... rebirth.
Like a benefactor guru, and totally in the West, he sets out to change the world and restore our faith in man. We are not in Taizé with Brother Roger officiating… but not far. Impossible to guess where he is taking us with his cult side. Sometimes it seems like he's getting into a dead end from which he won't escape, but each time he lands on his feet, like a cat. So we laugh, and sometimes yellow. The texts, very well written, handle the French language wonderfully in its nuances and musicality.
Rare quality in the “only…