Un peu de tendresse bordel de merde !

Human beings are stupid. They always manage to fall foolishly in love, knowing full well that the separation they will no doubt experience will crush them. More moronic than ever, however, they set off madly in search of this godforsaken tenderness.
We all, at one time or another, need this blessed tenderness. Why, after love, does so great a void inhabit our bodies? And thus we wander, our bodies empty, without a goal or a choice, without anything — just a constant heaviness weighing us down, a crude form of oppression. Do we feel sorry for ourselves or turn against ourselves with violence? Do we shed tears listening to Mozart’s Requiem or Gorecki’s symphonies? Listen relentlessly to the same Pierre Lapointe song telling us NO, I WILL NOT SPEAK… for a river has appeared between us.
“Un peu de tendresse bordel de merde!” (A little tenderness for crying out loud!) Intimately called La tendresse by the team, this is the second part of a triptych on contemporary utopias. The moment of wandering between two love relationships, the different forms of tenderness shared with a dying person, a child, a former lover, a father. The intense request to receive or give tenderness, or to give it when the other refuses. This show is an essay on the reconstruction of love itself, on the search for another way of loving, another person to love, and the evolution of this love transformed into tenderness.

Source : Dave St Pierre