Jacques Weber. François BOUCHON/Le Figaro
PORTRAIT – The actor presents a new show and publishes a book in which he reveals behind the scenes of an extraordinary theatrical life and dotted with extraordinary encounters.
At 73, massive as a rock and light as an emerald, Jacques Weber is more active than ever. Striking gaze, handful of serious papatte, the man is seated in front of a cafe, in the company of his wife, Christine, in the restaurant of the theater, located on the first floor. The couple must undoubtedly talk about the next show: Weber to life, a musical and poetic saga with master Jacques on words, Greg Zlap on harmonica and Pascal Contet on accordion. (at La Scala, until April 30.)
The actor will read Claudel, Courteline, Duras, Maïakovski, Hugo, Corneille, Musset, Edmond Rostand, etc. To say that there is Cyrano in Weber would be an indecent platitude, but, what do you want, Weber without Cyrano, it would be a bit like Gérard Philipe without the Cid. The actor has just published We never tell people enough that we love them (Éditions de L’Observatoire), a book of memories, and God knows if there are instantaneous whiffs; they are picked up by the shovel. So many of his…
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