La Cupa (Fabbula di un omo che divinne un albero – Story of a man that became a tree), rather than an intense and shattering theatre experience is a sort of collective nightmare, a relentless and cathartic psychodrama. Nearly an auto-da-fé, a breath-taking representation that has broken into San Ferdinando Theatre in Naples like an earthquake, flaring up its dimension and obliging the spectators to get swallowed up by the insane and centrifugal constant movement of what happened around them.
La Cupa, that is a pit, a place-non-place where everything happens and lifes, dreadful secrets and violent curses cross, is an opera consisting of two parts by Mimmo Borrelli, from Naples, who is the author of verses, songs, writing of the play and direction.
The language used is almost incomprehensible, harsh and obscure. It has a Phlegraeus and volcanic matrix, as if it came out from burning magma. It results hypnotic, it never gives you quarter, it pulls you inside the vortex of these verses, sounds and telluric, barbaric and original noises.


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