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The Diary of Maria Pia

2012, Italy
Directed by: Fausto Paravidino
Produced by: Alessandrino Regional Theater
Genre: Theatrical tale
Languages: It

Text and Direction: Fausto Paravidino
With Iris Fusetti, Monica Samassa, Fausto Paravidino,
Scenes: Laura Benzi
in collaboration with Lucia Giorgio
Costumes: Sandra Cardini
Assistant director: Flaminia Caroli
Direction of scene and lights: Alberto Comino
Video Processing: Michele Fornasero - Indyca
Video Technician: Dario Corno
Musical and sound choices: Fabio Bosco
Dressmaker: Georgia Duranti
Stage construction: Renato Ostorero
Production assistant: Manuela Spoto
Executive Production: Roberto Tarasco
Tour organization: Lisa Raffaghello
produced by Teatro Regionale Alessandrino


History, for better or for worse, is that of most people. A normal family. A woman who does not want to die, but who, unable to do otherwise, tries to do it as best she can. And it's not easy, and it's enough for a drama. The context, on the other hand, is not dramatic. None of the characters touched by the tragedy frowns, the tragedy leaves no room for formalism, it is what it is, we laugh and cry, life continues even when it is about to end.

What we try to stage is a theater party and an acting challenge. To die is to slowly say goodbye to the things we knew how to do. Becoming a big player means conquering the economy. If we are no longer able to move, to have a sufficiently autonomous life, to speak well, to think well, are we still people? If we do the same on stage are we still actors? We think so, but we don't take it for granted, it's the work we're doing. Something that we have found in writing and that we are trying to follow.

The play begins with a Shakespeare show, the theater party par excellence, continues with virtuosity, style changes, changes of place, two actors who make an infinite plethora of characters, then slowly, gradually, as the protagonist it loses its faculties, it becomes simpler until you get to something very close to nothing, but which is instead full of something. Finding that fullness, without tricks, is a difficult theatrical exercise, it is a big bet, it is the meaning of the thing. (Fausto Paravidino)

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