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

Le Boui-Boui presents C'est pas la nuit qu'elle dort by Camille Liénard

At Le Boui-Boui, we love when a performer takes the room by the hand and walks it somewhere surprising, and that is exactly what Camille Liénard does with C'est pas la nuit qu'elle dort. In our intimate, brick-and-laughter setting, her quicksilver timing and keen sense of observation flourish, drawing the audience into the luminous, restless world of late-night thoughts, city vibrations, and the comical fragility of routines that fall apart after midnight. The show unfurls as a nimble mix of stand-up, character beats, and razor-sharp storytelling, with recurring motifs that reveal new shades each time she leans into them. Listeners at recent sets have already fallen for fresh bits like “Hotline Insomnie,” “Cerveau écran bleu,” and “Confessions du bus de nuit,” where she twists familiar nocturnal images into something delightfully skewed and immediately relatable. From the stage at Le Boui-Boui, Camille harnesses silence as adroitly as punchlines, letting the room breathe before snapping it back with a grin and a line you’ll quote on the walk home.

Camille Liénard’s artistic momentum

We’ve been watching Camille’s current creative stretch with genuine excitement: a writer’s attention to detail fused with a performer’s instinct for rhythm and surprise. In recent months, as she has honed C'est pas la nuit qu'elle dort for our room, she has been threading in nimble micro-sketches that feel both brand-new and fully realized, the kind that make a compact scene feel cinematic. You’ll hear how “Réveil saboteur” turns a bedside alarm into a sparring partner, how “Mode Avion” becomes a portrait of modern disconnection, and how “Voisins du palier à 3h12” blossoms into a chorus of whispered, conspiratorial voices. These pieces are not just jokes; they’re snapshots, carefully lit, that slide into a larger arc about fatigue, desire, and the way minor anxieties throw long shadows after dark. At Le Boui-Boui, we’ve tailored the room so these tonal pivots land—tight sightlines, responsive sound, and the collaborative hum that lets Camille switch from mischievous to vulnerable without losing a beat. The result is a live pulse that keeps evolving night after night, as she fine-tunes tags and riffs with the audience right in the moment.

For audiences, that means every performance here carries a lived-in freshness. Camille arrives with a clear spine for the hour, then plays with tempo, adds an aside, or slips in a brand-new detour—perhaps a flash of “Rituel du pyjama,” perhaps a callback to “Confessions du bus de nuit”—so the show feels meticulously crafted yet wonderfully alive. The Le Boui-Boui experience amplifies this energy: close to the stage, you catch the sparkle in her eye before a twist; a few rows back, the laughter rolls over you in waves. Whether you’re coming alone, on a date, or with a pack of night owls, C'est pas la nuit qu'elle dort at Le Boui-Boui delivers a compact, agile, and generous set that rewards attention and invites conversation afterward. We’ve ensured a crisp technical setup, a warm welcome, and room for those spontaneous moments Camille loves to chase—because when an artist is this dialed-in, our job is simple: clear the path, dim the lights, and let the night talk.