Theatre

The traces of time on his face, his posture, his gait, his look… His voice when he says “Que tu es belle!” (How beautiful you are!) Alain Delon is magic and tenderness. A high-voltage magnet. At the artists’ exit of the Cirque Royal theatre in Brussels after his show “Une journee ordinaire” (An Ordinary Day), women of all ages wait for him – elegantly dressed, glamorously made-up, poised. They look like schoolgirls in love. Their coats are chic, their jewellery impressive, their hands trembling, clutching programmes from the play we’ve just seen and autograph pens. And Delon’s appearance is marked with shouts. The beautiful women around lose control. And descend on him like butterflies to a bright light on a summer night. Only it’s a winter night. And they’re urging to touch him. They shout, “Alain, the show was wonderful,” when what they really mean is,