C'est Décidé, Je Deviens Une Connasse - Le Rideau Rouge - Lyon

At Le Rideau Rouge: hosting C'est décidé je deviens une connasse

At Le Rideau Rouge, we relish the moments when a comedy title alone makes our foyer buzz, and C'est décidé je deviens une connasse does exactly that. We are welcoming this razor-sharp, unapologetically funny one-woman parade of characters and confessions to our intimate stage, where every row feels like the front row. Expect a brisk, high-energy set that pivots between monologue, quick-fire character changes, sly asides to the audience, and bursts of crowd work that feel tailor-made for Lyon’s sense of irony. The staging is deliberately agile: a chair becomes a boardroom, a purse morphs into a toolbox of attitudes, and well-timed lighting cues flip the mood from social nicety to gleeful revolt in a heartbeat. From where we sit—in the wings, in the booth, and among you in the room—this show is about permission: permission to be outspoken, to set boundaries, to laugh at the performance of politeness we all put on, and to celebrate the moment a “too nice” protagonist decides to rewrite the rules. It’s modern, it’s cathartic, and it thrives in the close, red-curtained embrace of our theater.

Artistic highlights and current momentum

Comedy fans who follow the contemporary French scene will instantly hear the cadence and nerve of the new generation: punchlines with the tempo of a text message, callbacks that reward attention, and self-contained sketches that play like viral shorts blown up for the stage. In this season’s version at Le Rideau Rouge, the performer folds in fresh beats and scenelets such as “La coach bien-être,” “Le date Bumble,” “La réunion Zoom qui dérape,” and “Le brunch des faux amis,” each one mapping a social battlefield where niceness and nerve collide. If you gravitate toward fast, high-contrast stand-up and character comedy in the spirit of formats like Montreux Comedy and Jamel Comedy Club, you’ll recognize the craft at work: tight setups, clear points of view, and a willingness to push a situation until the social varnish cracks. Between sequences, a discreet sound design punctuates the attitude shifts—elevator-music irony for office politics, thumping beats for a night out, a quiet underscore for the moments when self-doubt sneaks in. That musicality supports the writing’s precision: lines snap, then soften, then snap again, giving the performer room to slide from faux humility to unfiltered frankness. At our venue, we see audiences lean forward during the “mode d’emploi” riffs—when the onstage guidebook to becoming a bona fide “connasse” turns into a live checklist of self-defense tactics for everyday life. Those turns are new, timely, and razor-honed on the road, and they’re landing with satisfying unanimity here in Lyon.

From a Le Rideau Rouge vantage point, this show is engineered for the kind of proximity we’re known for. The room’s warm acoustics capture every whisper-turned-punchline; the sightlines make micro-expressions part of the gag; and the intimate scale invites playful back-and-forth without derailing the momentum. We recommend arriving a bit early to settle in—there’s palpable anticipation before lights down, and it’s part of the pleasure. The performance length keeps a propulsive rhythm, yet allows the audience to breathe during those tongue-in-cheek “coaching” passages where self-help jargon gets gloriously bent out of shape. Whether you come as a group of friends ready to compare notes, a couple looking for sharp date-night comedy, or a solo comedy purist tracking the evolution of the set, C'est décidé je deviens une connasse rewards you with a polished, living piece of stagecraft. Our technical team has tailored the lighting palette to highlight the switch from confessional realism to heightened satire, and we’ve kept transitions nimble so the performer can spring from one social archetype to the next without losing the thread. This is exactly the kind of contemporary, conversation-starting comedy our stage was built for, and we’re proud to have it resonate within our red walls.