{"id":4727,"date":"2012-01-02T21:44:32","date_gmt":"2012-01-02T21:44:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=4727"},"modified":"2012-01-02T21:44:32","modified_gmt":"2012-01-02T21:44:32","slug":"4727","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/4727\/","title":{"rendered":"De dragoste"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cred c\u0103 nu v-am povestit niciodat\u0103 de dragostea pe care o nutresc fa\u0163\u0103 de cronicile care povestesc ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00eentr-un spectacol. Ca asta<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\u015ei, ca s\u0103 m\u0103 revan\u015fez, o s\u0103 v\u0103 fac acum o cronic\u0103 la un spectacol imaginar, \u00een exact acela\u015fi stil.<\/p>\n

Spectacol: C\u00e2nd mor\u0163ii sar gardul<\/p>\n

de Grigore Cote\u0163-P\u0103s\u0103relu<\/p>\n

Regie: Mihai Scociorbescu<\/p>\n

Interpre\u0163i: Vasile Tristu, Alexandru Spatelat, Mateia\u015f Alefteresei<\/p>\n

\u015ei cronica:<\/p>\n

Conform marelui critic C\u0103lin Georgescu, care \u00een viziunea sa original\u0103 \u015fi inegalabil\u0103 asupra literaturii rom\u00e2ne zicea c\u0103 “Drama \u00eens\u0103\u015fi \u015fi-a g\u0103sit substan\u0163a de c\u00e2nd cu Cote\u0163-P\u0103s\u0103relu, scutur\u00e2ndu-se de podoabe cum ar fi declamativul \u015fi senten\u0163iosul \u015fi reduc\u00e2ndu-se la meandrele \u00eent\u00e2mplatului \u015fi, anume, oscilarea pe buza pr\u0103pastiei”, inovatorul \u015fi mereu reinventatul regizor Scociorbescu face un pas \u00eenainte. Adic\u0103, transpune drama celor trei protagoni\u015fti chinui\u0163i de amintirea lunii de miere \u00eentr-un concret \u015fi mai plin de meandre, sugerate subtil prin tapetul dungat al decorului, firul \u00eencre\u0163it al telefonului prin care ei sun\u0103 la un num\u0103r la care nu r\u0103spunde nimeni \u015fi tatonarea angoasant\u0103 prin frigiderul care r\u0103m\u00e2ne gol de la \u00eenceput \u015fi p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n

To\u0163i cei trei eroi, juca\u0163i cu profunzime interpretativ\u0103 de Tristu, Spatelat \u015fi respectiv Alefteresei se perind\u0103 ocazional pe la acest frigider, \u00eel deschid \u015fi spun memorabila replic\u0103 “Iar nu e bere”. Asta le aminte\u015fte de nunta de miere, ceea ce e o realitate rimant\u0103 cu cea a prezentului. Apoi, apare viziunea femeii ideale, care se dovede\u015fte a fi tot Tristu \u00een travesti (acest admirabil actor, dirijor, pictor, operator de telefonie, t\u00e2mplar \u015fi manipulator marf\u0103), purt\u00e2nd o rochie lung\u0103, cu buline (alt\u0103 aluzie fin\u0103 la meandrele \u00eent\u00e2mplatului) iar b\u0103rbatul ideal este, pe r\u00e2nd, fiecare dintre cei trei protagoni\u015fti. Epic\u0103 este scena \u00een care Tristu joac\u0103 dou\u0103 roluri, pe al s\u0103u \u015fi pe al femeii, vorbind singur cu o oglind\u0103 imaginar\u0103.<\/p>\n

Apoi, urmeaz\u0103 o r\u0103sturnare spectaculoas\u0103 de situa\u0163ie, c\u00e2nd cei trei plimb\u0103 mobilierul de colo p\u00e2n\u0103 colo \u015fi zic replicile cutremur\u0103toare: “Mam\u0103, ce de praf, dar nici un ban \u00een ascunzi\u015f. Trebuie s\u0103 ne lu\u0103m un job”, ceea ce sugereaz\u0103 c\u0103 \u015fomajul este un lucru r\u0103u. \u015ei, desigur, femeia ideal\u0103 dispare. Apoi cei trei se \u00eentorc la frigiderul gol \u015fi remarc\u0103, r\u0103v\u0103\u015fitor de cutremur\u0103tor: “Iar nu e bere”. Aici apare originalitatea viziunii lui Scociorbescu: pe un ecran suprapus, carevas\u0103zic\u0103, un plan independent de poveste, \u00een\u0163elege\u0163i dumneavoastr\u0103, apare proiec\u0163ia femeii ideale – o Adrenalina R\u0103stitu suav\u0103, delicat\u0103, parfumat\u0103, ca o roz\u0103 nurlie ce plute\u015fte \u00een visele unei fecioare \u00eenc\u0103 neatinse de s\u0103rut\u0103rile unei adieri de zefir \u00eentr-un c\u0103tun din v\u00e2rf de munte, poate Bu\u015ftenari, jude\u0163ul Prahova. Femeia ideal\u0103 deschide frigiderul \u015fi \u00eel umple cu beri. Vrafuri peste vrafuri de beri. Frigiderul e burdu\u015fit, dar ea continu\u0103 s\u0103 aduc\u0103 beri, s\u0103 le \u00eenghesuie \u015fi s\u0103 le \u00eemping\u0103 unele peste altele. Nici un ochi din sala ticsit\u0103 de lume a Teatrului Popular “Thalia Poporului” nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne neumezit. L\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, o doamn\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 pl\u00e2nge pr\u0103bu\u015fit\u0103 \u00een batist\u0103. Lumina scade \u00eencet peste aceast\u0103 imagine final\u0103 dramatic\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la bezna total\u0103. Doar suspinele \u015fi aplauzele frenetice se mai aud. Plus clopotul bisericii din col\u0163.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Cred c\u0103 nu v-am povestit niciodat\u0103 de dragostea pe care o nutresc fa\u0163\u0103 de cronicile care povestesc ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00eentr-un spectacol. Ca asta....<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4727","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spicy"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4727","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4727"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4727\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4727"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4727"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4727"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}