A bitter stupidity crosses Warhol’s philosophy and dialogues with ours.
a and d talk, in front of an imaginary interviewer or at the telephone, anyway with another, they talk about nothing, they talk about everything through nothing, alone and always present, always public.
Serial loneliness, exposed, that doesn’t want to be solved,that kind of loneliness that wants to be among the others but doesn’t want to be touched.
The show goes on in a entertaining way, everything is clear, obvious.
But slowly comes a subtle suspicion: what are we watching?
Where are we? Where is the show?
Is it here on this stage or is it in the world outside?
Reality isn’t more than a chat, isn’t more than images from the last movie watched on TV.
“ I don’t know where the artificial stops and the real starts” (A.W.)
April 8+9 2009 20:30
Teatro Palladium, Piazza Bartolomeo Romano, 00154 Roma