The Seattle Star's Omar Willey reviews La Mélancolie des dragons:

According to some developmental psychologists, children of a certain age do not distinguish between internal fantasy and external reality. Adults find this quaint. As adults, it is their duty to distinguish such things. This is fantasy. This is reality. You’re being unrealistic. It’s only a dream. When are you going to grow up and see?

by Nora J., 2nd grader

Last night I went to see La Mélancolie des dragons. Most of the time they were just doing stuff like walking around with big bags of air or reading books or just doing stuff. I can do that. I can walk around. I can read a book, too. They’re doing stuff that almost anyone can do. It’s not “Here’s a new ice cream flavor!” You can do a lot of that stuff, too. But it made it really funny.

Alice Kaderlan reviews La Mélancolie des dragons at the Seattle PI:

Philippe Queens’s brilliant “La Mélancolie des dragons” starts out at an excruciatingly slow pace. Four unkempt guys in a VW Rabbit are stranded in a snowstorm. They while away the time drinking beer, eating chips and constantly changing music CD’s.

Pictures don’t do this set justice. The white trees are so starkly beautiful within this dark pocket of woods.

Phillipe Quesne’s La Mélancolie de dragons is a homage to Antonin Artaud, who subverted logic and thought by creating a language without words, motivating audience members and actors to see a truer world.