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

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

From our stage at Le Rideau Rouge in Lyon, we are delighted to host Les femmes ont toujours raison, les hommes n'ont jamais tort, a sparkling comedy that feels tailor‑made for the close rapport we cultivate between artists and audiences. Our room rewards agility and nuance: every whispered aside, every double take, every impeccably timed retort lands with immediacy. That intimacy serves this production beautifully, because its subject—a playful, fast‑paced autopsy of coupledom and the everyday negotiations of living together—thrives on the laughter, surprise, and recognition that ripple through the crowd. In our setting, you can see the micro‑expressions, the tiny truce offers, the mock stand‑offs over banal but revealing details. It is a joyous, unpretentious evening that captures the spirit of Le Rideau Rouge: contemporary, generous, and rooted in the pleasures of live performance.

A timely return, refreshed for the season

This season, we welcome the production in a version that reflects the pulse of the moment—renewed energy, tightened rhythm, and lines that echo the conversations everyone seems to be having at dinner tables, on commutes, and in group chats. The show’s momentum is palpable: its blend of acerbic wit and affectionate observation has carried it from stage to stage across the country, drawing audiences who recognize themselves in the arsenal of everyday battles—calendar clashes, chores diplomacy, and the delicate etiquette of the smartphone. At Le Rideau Rouge, the creative team leans into that currency, using our intimate acoustics to sharpen the volley of punchlines and our warm lighting palette to frame a scenography that morphs swiftly from living room to kitchen table, from bedroom standoff to holiday logistics summit. The result is theatre that feels alive and current, with performances that invite the room to breathe along—gasping at a revelation, roaring at a comic blind spot, then settling into the comfortable hum of a couple who, despite everything, continues to negotiate the terms of their peace.

From our vantage point in the wings, what strikes us each night is the precision of the show’s comic architecture. Scenes assemble like a series of lively rounds—thermostat debates that escalate into philosophy, wardrobe choices that bloom into identity politics, weekend planning that somehow becomes a referendum on love languages. The writing relishes paradox: one line can be a knowing wink at clichés, the next a gentle unmasking of habits that we all share without noticing. Physically, the staging keeps the eye engaged—doors that serve as strategic exits or comic checkpoints, prop work that transforms trivial objects into battlegrounds (a remote control, a shopping list, a set of keys), and musical stingers that underscore each gambit of seduction or strategic retreat. Our audience at Le Rideau Rouge responds to the craft as much as to the content: you can feel the appreciation for tempo, the delight when a payoff arrives three scenes after its setup, the collective intake of breath when a moment of sincerity cuts through the banter. It’s a celebration of how theatre turns the ordinary into fireworks and how, on a Lyon evening in our red‑curtained room, the common language of couples becomes a shared song of laughter.