Félix Le Braz - Flashback - Génération Vhs - Le Boui Boui Lyon

Le Boui-Boui welcomes Félix Le Braz

At Le Boui-Boui, we are thrilled to host Félix Le Braz with his new one-man show, Flashback Generation VHS, tailor-made for the intimate, high-contrast atmosphere of our Lyon stage. From the first minutes, his conversational energy thrives in our close-up room, where every aside, raised eyebrow, and quick-fire call-and-response lands with precision. As a venue that champions inventive voices, we’ve followed Félix’s current artistic momentum with keen interest: a flurry of club dates, refined storytelling beats, and a steady stream of short-form clips in which he toys with the friction between analog memory and digital life. In the run-up to this date at Le Boui-Boui, he has leaned into a nostalgic palette—flickers of cathode-ray glow, the hiss of tape, the ritual of “rewind”—not as a gimmick but as a sharp lens on how we remember, exaggerate, and remix our own coming-of-age stories. What excites us most is how this material blossoms in a room like ours: Félix listens to the audience as much as he speaks to it, reshaping beats on the fly, scoring big laughs not just on punchlines but on the way everyone suddenly recognizes, almost in unison, a long-buried sound or ritual from the living room of yesterday.

About Flashback Generation VHS on our stage

Flashback Generation VHS unfolds at Le Boui-Boui as a nimble, time-traveling set built on lived-in details and playful misdirection. Félix sketches entire worlds with a gesture: the stubborn blinking clock you never set, the clack-clack of eject, the snowstorm screen that somehow felt like a portal, the Saturday pilgrimage to the video store with rules only your household understood. He then crash-cuts to now—autoplay and algorithm, ultra-HD abundance, and the paradox of having everything yet rewatching the same comfort scenes. The humor is rich in contrasts: parental censorship versus the accidental recording that let a “grown-up movie” tape over a birthday; the sacred choreography of Play, Pause, Record; the panic of a tape chewed alive and the DIY surgery that followed. Wry nods to the wider comedy ecosystem keep things fresh and present, with topical asides that tip the hat to recent programs such as LOL, qui rit, sort!, Clique, Quotidien, or Hot Ones France—markers of today’s comedy conversation that Félix filters through his own VHS-toned sensibility. On our stage, those references don’t feel name-dropped; they are part of a broader thesis about how we watch, share, and laugh, then and now, with Félix’s physicality and sound-mimicry stitching the timelines together.

Hosting Félix Le Braz at Le Boui-Boui means offering audiences a seat inside the joke’s point of origin: that electric strip of space where memory meets performance. In this room, you’ll catch the quick pivots and improvised tags that only surface when a comic is close enough to hear a single chuckle change the rhythm of a punchline. It’s here that the nostalgia of Flashback Generation VHS becomes collective rather than solitary—the crowd remembers together, and Félix rides that wave. Lately, he has sharpened the show with deft structural callbacks—tiny echoes that boomerang from the opening minutes to the final stretch—so your laughter at minute five earns a bonus payoff at minute fifty-five. We’ve designed the night to support that arc: crisp sightlines, a sound bed that flatters whispers as much as big laughs, and just the right intimacy to reward attentive listening. Whether you grew up worshipping the weekly videotape ritual or discovered your favorites in the age of on-demand streaming, this date at Le Boui-Boui frames Félix’s current artistic form at its best: generous, agile, and vividly cinematic in the mind’s eye, with enough present-day spice to speak to the here and now while the VCR in your imagination hums back to life.