Building a plot
Few heads, too much confusion... how to realise the abstract? I need to shout! Do we really believe in this project? I don't think so.
We have the opportunity to explode on a scene, to live in fantasy, to express our duties, talking with faces, words, colours, pictures, sounds, talking with the art through the art, give ourselves to the public, to rise the past, to see back, to show the present we stand with a mystic eye who understands, to make something special, something new, something with the taste of naiveté, inexperience, natural but it seems nothing touches you! Fear or lack of desire? The work is slow, thousand ideas in the same room fight between them, someone thinks, creates in its mind but doesn't speak, someone leaves us, someone doesn't agree, someone tries to impose himself, someone tries to recreate what's already done, we could make it but we don't know it, we'll probably arrive where they've already arrived, but we'll arrive alone, we'll be the makers of something which already exists but new for us. What did we make last Tuesday? Pietro knows well, we have no time, and now it's time to write, step by step, no structure, improvvisation and irrationality will guide us! There's no line to follow... Chaos can help us! Just 45 minutes to show and do not show the gomorra's punk and the atonement of a murderer, Macbeth. Pietro asks himself and us, how can Macbeth send his word to his lady today? A letter? Or an sms, an e-mail? Lady Macbeth sees her husband's words on the stage, the audience could listen Macbeth's voice who reads his letter and the lady's voice together as Piazza says. Can the three witches become only one? Not a witch, but a gipsy on a tv show who captures and provokes the audience with her lies. Doubt about the character, will what she says be true? This image of a gipsy is taken by a movie adaptation of Shakespeare's Macbeth of the 1950s intitled Jo Macbeth . We watched it during the lesson. Here Macbeth was a businessman in a city. During a dinner in a restaurant a gipsy read cards to him and his wife telling him it will be the king of the city. Lady Macbeth full of vanity tries to capture the white dressed Duncan through her beauty. We tried to analyse the film until we watched. Shakespeare in a noir, where classic and mistery are matched. The dark side of a man, of a woman of a mind, of a story, of a context, of a city. A closed atmosphere where we can breath the intimacy between characters. A little world of few people, a question mark. Next macbeth's message arrived, Lady Macbeth could turn on tv, zapping, lost in the news and aware of what happens around her, how much the husband's words are in the facts! The tv voice could be always present on the stage, showing Italian trash, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish... Pietro continues asking to solve the question of the wood? What abstract element can represent it? What can evoke it? Wood... Somethink built by wood. Another question, what sound can give atmosphere? Neomelodic sound? Touch the real or thwart it? I ask. These are the ideas which flow in the room this tuesday, what can I add ? I forgot, for t next tuesday Piazza asks the students to write Macbeth's letter to his wife, someone hides, not too clear. Pasquale' going to write the playscript, if you want to steal the pen, you can do it! What can I propose yet? I can try to give an order in disorder of my ideas. My ideas, not only mine. Create a soundtrack using programmes like flstudio, using a sound who can make vibrate human senses, sounds which disturb the scene, Shakespeare's words could be a song who enter the public's mind indirectly and faze them, three gansters called witches in code who convince Macbeth to kill Duncan promising him the power, playing with his sensibility and his weakness, human weakess, in a dark room, the grey of smoke, the white of coke matched with dialogues full of irony which can make smile and think at the same time... Giving the opportunity to the public to fight against the garbage which is eating us!
Mara Melella
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