“What’s the purpose of theatre? What use are the classics? There’s none other than this question in the decision to attempt a new staging of a masterful work like Hamlet. If the duty of this society is to destroy the human soul and the spirit of men by sacrificing art to benefit the market economy, then the classics too – books and all that pertains to art – can be forgotten, burned on a great bonfire. Let the Artists Vanish! we might cry, quoting the prophetic Kantor, but not before fighting to the final verse. We chose to focus on the art of the actor, removing any frills from the scene. Empty space and 7 actors; nothing more. To evoke a place, a precise moment, in which the audience joins the actor in the creative process via imagination. We chose to work with a script that highlights Shakespeare’s elements of the fall of a state, the corruption of society, greed and the loss of responsibility. Yes, because if a classic is to be useful, in our view it must be read and retold with an emphasis on its relationship with the society in which it is produced. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark; something is rotten in Italy, something is rotten in this society. People forget, they’re too busy following their own personal paths, their vices, desires and priorities.
They forget and a state rots. Everything goes astray, it’s madness. Each one of us is a Prince, surrounded by puppets, manipulated by the system and battling with his conscience. Each of us is called to take responsibility. To be or not to be. And that’s it”.
“He was like a ‘pale’ king, still awake in the storm of his life, blinded by the glare, alone, immobile and remembering that even abandoned thus in his kingdom like a tramp on a park bench, he was still a king. Everything revolves around the revolution of contrasting models, and the symbolic characters, like puppets, refocus the life that plays out before them. Hic et nunc push the story beyond the boundaries of stupidity and fear; alone and ignoble, to travel the memento mori of life, which becomes idea and action.
This imminent rebirth obliges and leads us to believe in the approach of the end of their world and the advent of a new prince”. A soliloquy in which there’s nothing good or bad, apart from the thought that makes them so. Where a heart and a road interpret the dreams of occurrences which pose valid questions for uncertainty. Death is ringed with evanescent flowers, wordless where all the rest is silence. Everything becomes art. ‘Goodnight, sweet prince/and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest'”. For our coming world, blind and contemporary, Hamlet could be seen as the work of a wild drunk.”