If your phone had a soul, it would know you better than your mother.
Apparently, it would be called PROUST.
You’ve always dreamed of watching your life, as if it was a movie?
Get on board! Call PROUST, now!
It will mess up your head.
You will no longer know where fiction begins and where reality ends.
It can be difficult to realise that reality is not always what we perceive. Let’s imagine, for a second that nobody has access to reality. What, then? Our life would be a story that we tells ourselves, where we try to find a coherent interpretation to events happening to us. Our life would become a self-created fiction.
With PROUST. The GK Collective tackles THE phone that protects us so much in everyday life. The phone that is both our emotional safety net, available at all times and our firewall against the real world that surrounds us. PROUST. Explores our relationship to the telephone and the boundaries of the framework it imposes on us.
When you book your place for the show PROUST. You communicate your mobile phone number.
You will receive a text message, 24 hours before the show, indicating the exact time and place of your appointment.
You know it’s a show for a single viewer.
You must come with a working smartphone, and be at the meeting point on time, placing your hand on your heart.
When the time comes you wait, and look for any sign that the show has begun. Five minutes pass… nothing. Except this woman who crosses the street. Except this man who is also waiting a few meters away.
Are they part of the show? At the same time, they were there before you and also look a bit embarrassed. You imagine a multitude of possible scenarios, until the moment when …
PROUST. Is the eighth volume of the THEATER CaCHE, a form that GK Collective has been developing since 2009. It is a living film that you watch from the inside, an immersive spectacle, with the daily life of the city as its setting. The narrative and the device form a whole. The disturbances on the border of fiction/reality are at the center of the play, and are multiplied throughout the show, by a series of dramaturgical artifices; Which we shall keep secret.
PROUST draws the viewer into an individual experience at the heart of fiction, but far from the fires of the spotlight, punctuated by encounters of which it is hard to discern who is an actor or a spectator.