He wants to take everything, always. He likes to absorb himself in matter, disappear under make-up, surprise a face he does not know in the mirror and freely embroider his tale. Frenchman Laurent Natrella has a job. Twenty-one years at the Comédie-Française have made him an athlete of fiction, capable on certain days of stringing together three plays. But he still has the impulses of the novice, the flame of someone who seeks other figures of himself, who transforms a role into a celebration.
