No tokens have all the show with the bath water

After two good hours of representation, you out theatre Marigny puzzled too know what it saw, but with the belief that the star of this end of season show is more missed than original. "The donor of bath", it is both good surprises at the base, and in the end, a big disappointment. First, it is bluffé team of shock - excellent actors such as Charles Berling and Barbara Shulz, a seasoned Director Dan Jemmett, has done wonders to the French with "The great magic" of Eduardo de Filippo - take the risk of dealing with the text of a virtually unknown author, Dorine Hollier. Then, it is seduced by the theme of the exhibit: a baroque mélo in a Paris fantasized of the end of the 19th century - this change of the contemporary social psychologist. Unfortunately, very quickly, the tub empties and the project takes the water.

The donor of bath, Pierre-Marie (Charles Berling) happening in the apartments is bourgeois for washing the bodies of their inhabitants. The body, but not the souls - corrupt-d-' a Minister rogue, Anselme (Alain Pralon); of a cynical prostitute, Céleste (Barbara Shulz); of an aristocrat devout-dévoyé, Frédéric (Geoffrey Carey)... Not to mention the monster on the ground floor: covered with pustules, misshapen body Xenob chemist (Bruno Wolkowitch), who invented a deadly dynamo, madly in love with the beautiful prostitute - and love will turn into hatred. Only light puddle in the cloaca, the couple formed by Misty (Marie Denarnaud), the (false) right of heavenly and Valentin (Dimitri Rataud), son of notable and apprentice actor.

It quickly identifies influences: the fiction fantasy of Gaston Leroux, melodrama, "The two orphans" style, or theater. But "The donor of bath" is well below the naïve and the "Phantom of the Opera" lyrical poetry or "Chéri Bibi." and it is not enough gore to resurrect the macabre fantasy of theater. The text is too long, often redundant, be trivial when it refers to the body and sex. On the moral of the fable - the world is obsessed with hygiene, it is dirty inside - it is a little short.

Dorine Hollier is not only responsible: it would have had to encourage him to tighten his connection (a good hour too), it also refine. Dan Jemmett took such exhibit what, no State of souls. He has chosen to mount it as a roaring, vaguely parodic soap opera: no mystery, no poetry... The armoury, genus mounted piece, in a building Parisian "vintage" reviewed by Jules Verne (Dick Bird signed decor), runs tirelessly. The round seems endless and the actors a bit out of breath.

No tokens have all the show with the bath water. The public seems to appreciate the "incredible" side of the room. Some replicas or monologues are fly. And any troop struggles to to boost the murky water. Berling offers us beautiful moments of melodrama, Barbara Shulz plays brilliantly the Devils, Geoffrey Carey is amazing in mystical perverts and the young Marie Denarnaud (Misty), very fair, shows a sacred temperament. Not enough to save "The donor of bath" from drowning.