For 10 years, this native of Toulouse has “moved up” to the Capital to pursue his passion for the stage, which he had contracted during his literary studies by putting on plays “with bits of string” in the various venues or MJCs in his department. An activity started as an amateur that he intended to continue professionally, but this time solo.
It’s not easy to make a name for yourself in this overcrowded comedy scene, especially when you lack production or media clout. Completely self-taught, he never attended a conservatory or took comedy or “one-man show” courses, but he managed to put together a dazzling, politically incorrect show without any vulgarity.
He named it “Finally Visible” as a provocation towards all those who only think of seeing their face on a poster and on as many walls in the Capital or elsewhere without thinking about the content of their shows. He wanted to pique the public’s curiosity and interest with this enigmatic title, but he admits that it rather hindered him from a marketing perspective. Like all good things, good shows are worth earning and require some effort to access. The one he offers is part of that.
His sketches, some written at his beginnings, haven’t aged a bit, like the “Boss of the Year” who becomes completely paranoid, “1,2,3 Soleil or the recruitment test,” the show “SOS I Missed an Episode” about a somewhat convoluted sitcom, “The Right to See Everything,” “The Good Question or the Hyper Say-Nothing Interview of a Politician.” During this time of economic crisis, the sketch “Sudden Deaths” about the cascading deaths of the wealthiest fortunes of the moment, notably a certain Bill Fates whose “personal fortune is estimated at the GDP of the five poorest countries” and which triggers a sudden surge in patronage and humanitarian donations, resonates even more in our minds.
As he himself says; the objective is not to make the audience laugh with every line, but to address societal issues without being obsessed with current events. His humor is often biting, sometimes cynical, but it hits the mark; he aims accurately with the right words, and one is “glued” by his talent, his sense of observation, his pace, all almost in its raw state because polished only through contact with the public. This kind rebel who didn’t enjoy school much and felt more comfortable on stage has only “taken off” in recent years, following his stint at the famous “Point Virgule.” Any resemblance to existing or past personalities is not coincidental, quite the contrary, some will be easily identifiable, such as a certain Begbemoix, a pseudo-writer from advertising, not forgetting those who are truly named and lampooned.
Don’t miss this first performance by Fred Trémège on the Côte d’Azur; he is at the Théâtre de la Scène-sur-Mer in Antibes only until November 29, and it is advisable to book at this very welcoming and intimate venue.
