Last night I went to the theatre; well, a production in the Grande Salle of the Foyer Rural in St Dizant (i.e. the village hall), but very high standard.
The troupe, from a town a few kilometres away, tours the local towns and villages every year, and is obviously very popular. You have to book a seat in advance, and even though the Grande Salle seats about 500, it was sold out.
For warm-up they started with a mime (based on Chaplin), a solo dance (based on Madonna), and a very funny demo of making chips. Then we got to the main programme - Ma Femme Est Folle by Jean Barbier, a comedy in two acts. It was brilliantly done, and so clearly acted and enunciated that I got most of it (some of the slang words weren't in my vocabulary, but the meaning was clear from context, or occasionally gesture...). Most of it was broad farce, including the obligatory removal of trousers, which took place during a little scene in which the gay accountant teaches the secretary how to seduce a member of the same sex. Shades of Terry Scott's panto act, but without the skirts.
In the interval there were pancakes and eclairs and apple tart a 1 euro, and the food ran out.
It ended at 00:45. They do like to get their money's worth!
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