Étienne Lepage


Ten characters are caught on the spot, as if a door was cracked open on a moment in their lives. We don't know where they come from or where they go. They talk, the scream, they say everything they mean and a few things they don't mean and then the door closes again. What little we hear evokes the pleasure of being mean, the perverse satisfaction of doing wrong — like yelling at one's grandmother or hurting someone for no reason. But it also remind us of the crude, naïve and ridiculous sincerity of every day life.


© 2010 chantal Bilodeau