The Rabbitkates Playground

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Saturday night we went to the theater to see "Na species of long dead," a monologue performed and ordered by Fabrizio Gifuni, actor who appreciate it. Ideally

divided into three parts, the performance part in a very quiet and conversational, with the actor who turns in the audience, presenting excerpts of texts Pasolini (bani Writings by pirates and Lutheran Literature from The Best Youth and The new shape of Best of Youth, as well as the screenplay St. Paul, never become film). The voice is calm, it just heats up some points, but Gifuni respects the recitation of the intensity of the writing and not load any further.

kidnapped hear the prophetic words that depict an Italy now in full view of everyone, yet at the larval stage, the days of Pasolini, and yet already so recognizable. The china was dropped: hedonism and consumerism, its black beasts have taken over. Television, empty container that repeats a culture that does not exist "in nature," but that amplifies the message, makes daily and, therefore, real, stands in every house and makes us a people incapable of understanding their condition.

At this point an imaginary Gifuni salt step, the tone is more detached, gets rid of indumenti comuni indossando un completo giaccia/cravatta per ricordarci come le colpe dei padri ricadano sempre sui figli (teatro greco docet).

L'esplosione che segue, nella recitazione del poemetto "Er pecora" di Somalvico , coglie quasi impreparati.

Nel romanesco imperfetto eppur riconoscibilissimo (e più fruibile per noi milanesotti), si apre il delirio di Pino Pelosi, alias Er Pecora, materiale esecutore di una condanna perennemente annunciata che ci priva di una delle menti più lucide e provocatorie che l'Italia abbia avuto.

Il testo e la recitazione si fanno febbrili, Gifuni è sempre padrone of itself, but the identification with the character is total.

After about an hour and twenty, you come out a little 'stunned and deeply grateful to the actor and the director Bertolucci .

And more and more orphans Pasolini.