A beautiful story about those who are left behind. Uccellini explores what happens to individuals when someone close to them commits suicide — specifically, triplets, one of whom is gone, and the rift that creates, the emptiness.
The play is performed in Italian with English surtitles, and the translation has clearly done with extreme care — the poetic nature of the languague is not lost, but clearly there for us even in translation. The three performers are all magnetic - they move in space with a smoothness characteristic of continental-trained actors. The body is central, the character exudes from the body with simplicity.
The production leverages video in a fasciating way — a large square scrim sits close to the front, and acts as the fourth wall of the house (a window) but also as a projection screen, on which we see what they are seeing, both literally (forest) and imaginatively, with foxes and deer captured, projected large over the actors…..their haunting black eyes empty in the black and white night vision recording. The script offers many questions, and few answers, but for the stunning epithet:
We are here.
This is how we are.
An absolutely brilliant script from Rosalinda Conti, expertly performed and directed, from lacasadargilla.