Fall Street

Creation 2012

From 15 June to 1er July at Nantes except the 18 and 25 June France - From 11 to 22 July at Anwerpen except the 16 et 17 July Belgium- From 3 to 11 August at Paris except the 7 August France- From 21 to 24 August at Aurillac France - From 6 to 8 September at Saint-Gaudens France - Du 13 au 16 septembre à Ramonville

Beyond the West, extends the West, which leads us further into the West : the West spins around the world. It’s simply what is known as a direction on this temporal earth : one which conjures images both of paradise and of hell, as days turn into nights.

Legends nourish the souls of man, especially those legends which we will never live out but which hold beliefs which make our hearts beat to the rhythm of a oneness which we only find once our body is buried under two feet of earth. And up until now, nobody has come back to bear witness. Or have they?! Let’s see… Indians spoke of seeing their ancestors running over the mountains to search out the large herds of Bison, moving across the plains like rivers of fur and raw meat, making furrows of the earth’s dust under the moon’s gaze.

Nothing would have happened without the invention of the telegram which brought the young clerk, Ferman Jr, to smash Judge Parker’s kangaroo leather-padded door. As it fell down onto his Persian carpet from Baghdad, the door tore out some threads of cashmere, which the Judge watched float down like snowflakes ; Ferman understood, even at his young age of fourteen, that it would have been better to knock. A trembling shiver like a fan on overdrive, coursed through him and his message for the judge. The judge fixed his eyes with a steely glare:

« So kiddo ! What’s the news ? »

« Judge, Sir, » Ferman said, his tongue fluttering, as if caught by an attack of Parkinson’s, « it’s… it’s…it’s… at Fall Street, the seventh murder with no sign of a murderer or a gunshot. Once again the victim saw the bullet leave his body body before he died. »

« Goddamnit, it’s happened again… Ok, bring me the Marshall and tell your father he owes me 300 dollars for the door. We’ll see about the carpet later. You owe me three favours. »

« Three ? »

« One for each torn out cashmere thread. » The young Ferman fled, his feet barely touching the ground. Judge Parker leant back in his armchair, his gaze lost in the patterns of the stucco ceiling, and the sculpted breasts of wild mermaids and angels. He smiled and said to himself :

« I will summon the Ham-Man. »

© Jean-Luc Courcoult, author / director of the street theatre company Royal de Luxe.

Rue de la chute - Extrait Revue de Presse

La Dépêche du Midi – 05/12/2012 – Jean-Christophe Thomas

« Rien ne fait peur à ‘Royal de Luxe’. »

« Rien n’y manque donc : des cow-boys et des Indiens, le juge et le Marshall, les winchesters et les règlements de comptes. »

 

 

La Dépêche du Midi – 07/12/2012 – Propos recueillis par Jean-Christophe Thomas

« C’est l’évènement de la rentrée culturelle. Depuis hier soir la place du Pilat devient le cadre d’un western. Tout ca parce qu’un homme veut vivre ses rêves d’enfant. »