Since the early 90’s, Pippo Delbono created a form of theatre that fuses life and poetry. Besides his actors, he keeps adding onstage people he meets among the homeless, the insane, the handicapped and lately the refugees. His works is shown in major Festivals, won many prizes and regularly tours worldwide.
November 2016_by Marcella Vanzo
Amazing, appalling. Visionary, deceptive. Mindblowing, claustrophobic. Pippo del Bono's work does not leave the public indifferent. To talk about the Christian God he refused, a God imposed by his own mamma, to whom his work is dedicated, Pippo summons Prevert, the Rolling Stones, St. Augustine, Alan Sorrenti. Elegant people sit against a black wall, their weird faces remind me of Otto Dix portraits. A woman levitating in the background and Teorema comes to mind, as he recites Pasolini’s words. Another man counts the remains of his lover, taking her stuff out of a bag and Sophie Calle comes to mind. All the while Pippo talks about his mother, his trips, people he met, he introduces us Bobò, an old acquaintance, an 80 years old deaf and dumb actor he adopted 20 years ago out of an asylum. God, love and freedom, his is a universal message, nuns dancing then go-go girls. His is a strong visual scream, beautiful images and deep, touching words.
Until it takes a documentary turn, we see people, black refugees filmed in the middle of a cornfield, Galindo comes to mind then an Afghan real refugee stands up to tells us his terrible story of many drownings. He looks the same as the guy who sells roses outside the theatre. Is Pippo using him? Are his words the same as everyday news? Do we really have to listen to this here and now? Then AIDS, Pippo is HIV positive and takes us on a video tour of his hospital days, when he saw everything double, even the crucifix, and back comes mamma, in his poetic, beautiful, somewhat unbearable, low-keyed voice. Watch it, love it, hate it, not for the fainthearted.