Camille Lienard - C'est Pas La Nuit Qu'elle Dort

Le Boui-Boui welcomes Camille Liénard

At Le Boui-Boui, we are thrilled to open our stage to Camille Liénard with her sharp, intimate, and irresistibly relatable C’est pas la nuit qu’elle dort. Our room was made for this kind of encounter: a close-knit space where the performer feels every ripple of laughter and can lean into the quiet beats between punchlines. From the moment doors open, our team sets the tempo for a night that mirrors Camille’s own rhythm—quick, agile, and constantly alert to the quirks of everyday life. We’ve seen audiences here respond best to artists who bring lived-in stories and a strong sense of timing; Camille does both with a precision that clicks with the energy of Lyon’s after-hours crowd. Expect an evening that celebrates spontaneity, the off-kilter poetry of sleepless minds, and the particular electricity that sparks when a comic and a room breathe together.

C’est pas la nuit qu’elle dort at Le Boui-Boui

Camille Liénard’s new heure de scène draws its pulse from the moments most people miss: late buses, thin-walled apartments, and the city’s glimmers after midnight. At Le Boui-Boui, that proximity lets her craft escalate beautifully—she can switch from hushed confession to full-bore absurdity without losing a beat, sculpting the room’s silence as deftly as its laughter. In C’est pas la nuit qu’elle dort, she threads recurring motifs—lack of sleep, modern rituals, and micro-anxieties—into miniature stories that snap together with satisfying echoes. The set features crisp, standalone chapters that fans have already started quoting, including “Insomnie Sociale,” “La Voisine du Dessus,” “Modes d’Emploi,” and “Alarmes et Autres Tragédies.” Each sketch captures a different frequency of the same nocturnal station: the constant scroll of thoughts, the inventions we build to survive the day, and the comedic relief that springs from tiny catastrophes. With a delivery that balances warmth and mischief, Camille draws the audience into her kinetic inner world and then lets it ricochet around the room—exactly the kind of living theater Le Boui-Boui loves to host.

As an artist, Camille Liénard is on a lively upward curve: new dates keep landing, fresh material keeps surfacing, and her repertoire expands with short-form pieces that she shapes onstage with the audience as her compass. In recent months, she’s been teasing compact, repeatable bits that fans recognize the moment she names them—sparks like “Mode Avion,” “Minute Nuit,” and “La Sieste Impossible,” which function as both callbacks and gateways to longer routines. That kind of evolving architecture plays to the strengths of our venue: clear sound, nimble lights, and a front-row feel from every seat, so each tag, glance, and under-the-breath aside lands exactly where she aims it. We’ve tuned the room to serve comics who write with rhythm and react in real time, and Camille’s show thrives on that interplay. C’est pas la nuit qu’elle dort wasn’t built as a monolith; it’s alive, porous, and eager to make eye contact. At Le Boui-Boui, we invite you into that living draft—a night where a comedian maps the city’s nocturnal heartbeat, and where the audience’s laughter becomes part of the score.