Certainly!
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In other words, a gifted and passionate individual who, after exploring classic plays (National Conservatory of Nice, Collective 8 at the National Theater of Nice, Higher School of Dramatic Art, National Superior Conservatory of Dramatic Art under the direction of Daniel Mesguich), tackled “l Inattendu” by Fabrice Melquiot, a masked Tartuffe directed by Mario Gonzalez, or a “Don Juan” in a clown version co-directed by Irina Brook with the Miranda Company, is finally doing what she has always wanted: a one-woman show.
It is her journey as an aspiring actress that she presents in her second show “T’es toi” directed by Marc Ernotte. There, she fully embraces her ease, displaying her charisma to recount her family universe, which was not particularly inclined for her to pursue a theatrical career. Hence the title, both a hymn to the emergence of personality and also an injunction to remain silent, to adhere to conventional rules.
Even if the demanding Art of Theater does not lack its own challenges, it is here that she unfolds her talent, her hypersensitivity, a receptacle of life, encounters, and emotions. Thus, her Italian Niçois family circle, which was already the source of inspiration for “Vole,” her first one-woman show, the father, the mother, the grandmothers, and this time also her professional environment including directors, producers, professors… become a subject of laughter, a laughter never gratuitous, instead a keen observation rendering them more lifelike than ever.
Eva Rami has recorded so many interesting things in her diaries. Artists, like young children, are sponges. Moving from one to another to bring them to life, she is acknowledged as having a kinship with actress Philippe Caubère’s work, also from the south, known for his eloquence in embodying a gallery of more picturesque characters, one more than the other, in “the novel of an actor,” “Bac 68,” or “Goodbye Ferdianand.”
She can finally write and say what other texts did not allow her to do. The audience’s laughter is a satisfaction for her, for her adrenaline, and for the connection she establishes with them. She confides her struggles to find her place, her desires, her life choices, and her doubts. It’s moving, poetic, and funny.
Roland Haugade
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