Les Brigittines

To make a mockery of the mould of conventional masculinity, there is nothing like forming a quartet of musicians from the Alps who practice folkloric dance. And to do so with yodels, claps on the thighs, kicking up heels, square dances, songs, and village costumes. We are in the Tyrol, but we are everywhere.

And gradually, everything is deconstructed, laid bare; humour ravages stereotypes, and the four men show their delirium behind codes and ritual practices. A pleasure of another order shakes up our sensations: a rhythm, a thirst, an insistence drive the scenes and music.
The universe of Simon Mayer is peppered with a natural, sharp incongruity.