Les Femmes Ont Toujours Raison, Les Hommes N'ont Jamais Tort ! - Le Rideau Rouge (lyon)

Les femmes ont toujours raison, les hommes n'ont jamais tort at Le Rideau Rouge

At Le Rideau Rouge in Lyon, we relish hosting performances that make the room breathe, react, and laugh in unison—and few evenings do that better than Les femmes ont toujours raison, les hommes n'ont jamais tort. In our intimate, warm, red-draped space, the show’s comic energy flourishes: punchlines bounce off the brick, confessions meet knowing smiles, and that uniquely Lyonnais sense of irony finds a perfect playground. From the first moments, our audience is ushered into a playful laboratory of relationships, where everyday miscommunications become theatrical fireworks and minor domestic negotiations morph into epic set pieces. The proximity between stage and seats is decisive here: every raised eyebrow, every deadpan pause, every improvised aside lands with the immediacy of a shared secret. This is the reason we champion this title on our stage—it thrives on interaction, quicksilver timing, and the feeling that the performer is speaking with you, not merely at you.

The artist’s current momentum, live and up close

Welcomed back to Le Rideau Rouge with a wave of new material, the artist behind Les femmes ont toujours raison, les hommes n'ont jamais tort arrives amid a fertile creative streak—testing fresh transitions, sharpening callbacks, and seasoning crowd work with the kind of nuance that only a packed room can inspire. The set at our venue has evolved into a finely tuned ride through life as a duo: dating rituals, cohabitation logistics, the split-second diplomacy of “what’s for dinner,” and the pitfalls of messaging culture. You can feel the recent writing sprints in the precision of the beats and the elegant way stories fold into one another. In our room, recurring segments like “Le dîner qui dérape,” “Mode avion sentimental,” and “Checklist de la paix des ménages” function like comedic chapters, each one raising the stakes and bringing the audience closer to that delicious point where recognition becomes laughter. There’s real craft at play—the way a gentle opening riff on first impressions expands into a spirited taxonomy of couple archetypes, or how a small anecdote about a misplaced phone becomes a referendum on trust in the age of notifications. It’s living, breathing comedy: each performance adjusts the lens, catches new details in the crowd’s reactions, and threads them into the narrative so smoothly that the improvisation feels scripted and the script feels spontaneous.

As a venue, we frame the evening to heighten that immediacy. Our team sets the room with clean sightlines and crisp sound so nothing blunts the musicality of the punchlines—the hushed setup, the elastic pause, the rush of release when a callback detonates. The lighting is designed to travel with the performer: warm and confessional for the quieter revelations, brisk and bright for the rapid-fire exchanges that simulate a lovers’ quarrel in fast-forward. Thematically, it’s a generous show, spanning first-date jitters, the spreadsheet logic of chore-sharing, and the comic tightrope of meeting the in-laws; when the artist pivots into “Tribunal du couple,” you can feel the audience lean in, as if volunteering to serve on the jury. For us at Le Rideau Rouge, this is exactly the kind of evening we want to champion: an hour-plus of contemporary comedy that speaks directly to the present—its digital tics, its social codes, its tender contradictions—while never losing sight of the simple joy of a roomful of people laughing together. If you love stand-up that blends relatable storytelling, nimble character work, and a flair for audience play, this stop of Les femmes ont toujours raison, les hommes n'ont jamais tort belongs on your Lyon calendar.