Showing posts with label Commedia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Commedia. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Commedia (July)

Scaramouche enters. His mask is sapphire glass, his teeth White House white. He replaces Harlequin who, it seemed, had a halfway good idea what’s going on. What’s going on? Pantalone takes from the poor and gives to the rich. “Let losers get sick!” His right hand tweets like a crazed bird. Scaramouche obfuscates. He claims Scapino eats his own hot dogs, that Harlequin’s a bung fobwatch. Pantalone brags to children he knows hot people. July is a cliff-edge. [Interlude: Fireworks] Expect Harlequin to re-replace Scaramouche in the next scene. If Capitano doesn’t drop a stinkbomb first and ruin the party.