“Ô dans”, on Canal: Roman Frayssinet thinks out loud, without fuss

He may only be 29 years old, but Roman Frayssinet knows himself better than ever

“Ô dans”, on Canal: Roman Frayssinet thinks out loud, without fuss

He may only be 29 years old, but Roman Frayssinet knows himself better than ever. Finished, arrival on stage, a glass of beer in hand, the veiled look of someone who has smoked too much. In his latest stand-up, the comedian displays astonishing serenity without losing any of his comic force.

With Ô dedans, a hilarious hour of introspection and rants, captured at the Olympia in November 2023, the young French artist, trained at the National School of Humor in Montreal, takes us into his life after .

“I understood who I was: all or nothing. I chose nothing, after trying everything,” he summarizes. He, the extreme consumer, the excessive in everything (sex, alcohol, drugs), has become an admirer of moderation, of those who say “hey, it’s Friday evening, I’m going to make myself a little glass of white wine » and stick to it. The comedian sends addictions flying and, with them, the cult of appearance and misplaced ego. As if he wanted to curb the exhilaration of quickly acquired notoriety in the stand-up world.

Crazy little stories

His surreal humor and his existential questions won over a public tired of the heavy and rehashed chatter on communities, “girls” or social networks. His previous show, Donc (2018), sold out, and the videos of his columns on Mouloud Achour's show, Clique, on Canal, have garnered millions of views.

Roman Frayssinet has changed his way of life and his outlook on existence, but things are still bubbling around in his brain. With Ô dans, the comedian cultivates his ability to think out loud and share his state of mind. It leads spectators on a journey, from the most superficial (being recognized in the street, finding yourself blinded by physical beauty) to the most fundamental (getting rid of your addictions, accepting your emotions, detaching yourself from the gaze of others).

Said like that, one could think of a painful headache. This is not the case, because Roman Frayssinet has retained his trademark: illustrating his thoughts with delirious and memorable little stories (a hike in Corsica after leaving a nightclub in the hope of a sexual treat , a day on LSD before going on stage in the evening).

Without downtime

Sobriety made him more sensitive, deeper, but did not harm his talent. The stand-up artist unfolds, without pause, his observations about – pell-mell – cosmetic surgery (“Who are these doctors who can save lives but who prefer to save Instagram accounts?”), what our choices of clothes say about us or even about the injunction given to men not to cry.

His life afterward resembles “that of a cat,” capable of remaining contemplative for hours on his couch. This guy, original and clever, makes us laugh so much by recounting his perched daily life, his assumed procrastination, that we can easily imagine him. Sometimes he pushes his promise a little far to be a better human, to preserve his well-being, to stop complaining. “I’m jealous of how good people are. My ego wants to be the best person on Earth,” he dares. But it passes, because the guy is endearing and knows perfectly how to handle the tone of an evening with friends.