A group of men and women excluded from the active life, or at least its legal occurrences, is forced to live in a kind of private asylum, they pay handsomely to a merchant of sleep.
Each arrange to survive these humiliating conditions, like beasts who can still deny their human State.
Between basic needs and metaphysical sludge, they are fighting in a world that sees them and considers them so not, repeated often, at their level, the laws unfair and cruel of the visible. Under the ground in the shade and the promiscuity of death facing them at any time.
And yet, the shallows is a piece of a rare humanism and a palpable tenderness.
The body is fighting and embrace is to not die of cold, the thoughts and philosophical debates rub to it to maintain life in fusion, and punctuated by the deaths of their own, as if it were a countdown to humanity, this community reverses deeply our views on the values that govern our world.
In a society of survival, illegality doesn't have legitimacy to become moral rule?
Gorky had a deep knowledge of the world it depicts, in coming.
The great genius of his play is to refuse the sociology and show a company that in all of its components is in the process of marginalization.
Just as today, where the social acquis is détissent, where the welfare State reveals itself have been a parenthesis considered abnormal.
And where the largest number notes for the purposes of months social fragilities, regardless of his or her dreams.
If the piece was a sort of photograph of State of Russian society in 1901, I can almost see a socially frightening piece of anticipation today, but who tries to constantly pull the top human and tinkering with the means of the edge, those of la débrouille dignities crushed by the blind boots from the top.
This is why our show will be close, intimate, sweet and interloquant, as if the stage on which we play this representation of the world had deteriorated without that we take custody and that we are gathered in insanitary basements without even realizing, too obsessed by the dream sold to the floors of the skyscrapers of our solitary megacities.