A show loosely adapted from Ovid by Fred Pougeard (narrator), Renaud Collet (musician), and Pascal Adam (director).
Jupiter couldn’t care less about Article 222-23 of the Penal Code—it’s as irrelevant to him as his first toga. He’s got some serious skeletons in his closet and loves to spoon-feed himself seven-hour-roasted leg of lamb. Proserpine is content, in the darkness of the Underworld, with seven pomegranate seeds. Callisto, on her long journey to the heavens, neither chatters her teeth nor pricks up her ears. Fred Pougeard and Renaud Collet offer a very loose adaptation, with a few sprinklings of nonsense here and there, of excerpts from Ovid’s epic poem, possessing an imaginative power that has few equals. The stories that make it up are mirrors of our inner metamorphoses. They also possess the gentle power to re-enchant the world and matter.
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