If there is an ocidental literary canon, the center is Shakespeare. He teaches us to speak with ourselves, who says it is Harold Bloom, who further wonders: Does fiction more convincing and simultaneously literary exist? Convincing? I'm sorry Mr. Bloom, but here stands our problem with King Lear. How can it be believable that Cordelia, Lear's youngest daughter, should be expelled, dowryless, from the kingdom, for refusing to put her love for her father to words?
The show proposes a colective reading of King Lear, armed with many a doubt that plagues us when reading a classic, expecting each person to start talking to themselves: not madly out loud, like the protagonist, but as if it was a conversation.