Théâtre Jean-Duceppe

They are father, sons, cousins, brothers-in-law; they are 23, 40, and 65 years old and have known each other forever. A small Egyptian-Québec clan has gathered in a cottage in the woods, with enough food to feed an army (you can never be too careful), and the group is about to celebrate Ralph’s birthday and enjoy the simple pleasures of the Laurentian forest. With the boys.

In Farsi and in Arabic, “sefr” is the word for zero: the void. After exploring the numbers 1 to 9 to examine identity in all its forms, Mani Soleymanlou goes back to the beginning with ZÉRO.

A strike is on at the sawmill, reeking of sweat and lust. Beyond the picket lines, hungry eyes turn to Querelle, a worker who is impossibly handsome, perfectly free, and perhaps dangerous. Under the eyes of Jézabel, one of the few female workers at the mill, his provocative presence stirs up masculine desire and virility. Bottles fly and bats swing as rage explodes into violence.