I was doing Pénélope Fillion’s job. Except that I was going there, I was paid less and I was not banging the guy. Which, for the moment, is rather good news for me since as much as him, he would certainly have needed Viagra, I would have needed GHB.
Politics through the little end of the telescope, but also the frank vision of a woman who assumes her ambivalent leftism, her bourgeois education, her small arrangements due to boredom at work and her desire to live;
Politics seen from the inside by a woman, therefore by a “little hand” (female equivalent of “right arm” for a man) … Politics seen by Madame Meuf, therefore with self-mockery, cynicism and to speak-truth, that gives a spectacle which denounces the disconnection of certain elected officials and the absurdities of the system. And of course a show that talks about alcoholism, I don’t care, sexism, sexual harassment and neuroses of all kinds!