Description

Five teenagers, locked in a room, confront each other, humiliate each other, and engage in a game of domination from which we can guess that none will emerge unscathed.<p> Everything takes place in a cold, gloomy, inhospitable basement. Worn-out rugs are thrown on the floor. Raw concrete walls are damp and saturated. Old construction lamps flicker, casting strange shapes on the walls. Five teenagers enter. They are awkward, their faces painted white, their heads studded with artificial black hair. They look like puppets or dolls, straight out of a bad dream. They are a rock band. Tonight, they have come to rehearse.<br><br> Through a brief and incisive text, Violet paints an uncompromising portrait of contemporary adolescence, with all its tenderness, but also its violence and cruelty. The dialogue is sparse but always precise, as if each word, each silence between words, had been studied, weighed, and selected to hit the mark—that is to say, most often, right where the pain lies.</p>