SANTA LA TERRA

Dramaturgy Chiara Boscaro

Stage direction Stefano Simone Pintor

Starring Linda Caridi and Roberto Capaldo

Set design Gregorio Zurla

Costume design Stefania Barreca

Lighiting design Stefano Simone Pintor

Video design Fabio Fraomene

Production Impresa Teatrale Fratelli Meucci

The production was staged at the Teatro alle Vigne, Lodi in September 2011

"Santa la Terra" effectively combines the big history of Gaza's tragedy with a smallest story, almost grafted on fairy-tale and magic styles: see the amazing symbolic representation of the Ragna, an harpy woman-bird traumatized by the many deaths in her family and therefore become an underworld creature, still rooted in the story presented. Nervous movements in the dialogues, fragmented and never ornamental, careful attention brought on details of a reality sociologically well-circumscribed, prospective conflict between worlds of experience and irresponsible playful childhood, make the editing of the text always well controlled and linguistically suggestive, intriguing and disturbing."

"The looming threat of an obscure war that forces two emblematic witnesses of the human condition, an old man and a young girl, to a precarious life in prison, does not whittle away their right to freedom. The utopia of peace blows in the tragic reality of the present as a slight hope of normalcy, also thanks to a direction of great effectiveness and full of fairytale echoes, as well as to an excellent identification of the performers with their roles, which made this piece able to communicate the story to the audience with a strong emotional intensity."

Gospel, Matthew 2:18

 

This story is about war, about the evil, it speaks of boredom and curiosity. It starts from a newspaper article, from the real story of a Palestinian woman forced to live on the roofs of her town, because of permits problems. She crosses the city from above in order to live. This story, however, does not speak of Palestine. It talks just of war and men. Three characters are forced to share a roof. An old man, an image and a little young girl - the Great Raid took his parents away from her - are forced to share space and boredom, lack of communication and expectation. Someone is trying to grow, someone is trying to save himself clinging to the rites, someone is crying for a memory that will disappear just like dust in the wind. This is the story, a terrible fairy tale of an addiction to danger (real or promised) that is rapidly gaining ground in our daily lives. We simply get used to the evil and everything else fades. Even the mankind.