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Director's
Notes
From the 1997 Citation
of the Swedish Academy
awarding Dario Fo the
Nobel Prize for Literature:
Dario Fo …emulates
the jesters of the Middle
Ages in scourging authority
and upholding
the dignity of the downtrodden…For
many years Fo has been
performed all over the
world, perhaps more than
any other contemporary
dramatist, and his influence
has been considerable…With
a blend of laughter and
gravity he opens our
eyes to abuses and injustices
in society and also the
wider historical perspectives
in which they can be
placed.
One of my deeply
held beliefs is: It’s
only funny if it’s
true. I think it applies
to all the great comedies.
It applies to life, too.
It’s pretty hard
to laugh when you find
out that someone has been lying
to you. Dario Fo would want you
to know that this very
funny play is about a
true story. In 1969, a political
dissident named Giovanni
Pinelli was being held
in a Milan police station
for questioning as a
suspect in a terrorist
bombing. He “fell” to
his death from the fourth
floor window, an event
ruled “accidental” in
the official inquiry.
At the time of this play’s
first production, a libel
trial was running in
which a police commissioner
was suing a newspaper
for insinuating that
he was responsible for
the anarchist’s
death. (After all, he
was found to be “responsible
but not culpable.”)
Sound familiar? Well
in this play, written
in 1972, you’ll
hear about terrorist
bombings, government cover-ups,
the atrocities of war in Iraq,
civil strife, police brutality,
and the curtailing of civil
liberties. You’ll
hear the absurd lengths
that police go to in order to
justify their actions. And you’ll
see a representative
of the Liberal Press agree to
collaborate in order to advance
her own agenda.
In our country, at the
time, the President was
beginning to explain
his involvement in the Watergate
break-ins. Americans
still believed that their government
respected civil liberties, and
acted compassionately
towards dissenters in custody.
We believed that radical subversives
might destroy our way of life.
We believed that the Press was
the honorable “Fourth
Estate,” objectively
reporting the Truth.
Sound familiar?
Sound funny? I didn’t
think so either. But
then I read what Dario
Fo had to say about his
portrait of this very serious
world, and what happens
when you add a Fool that can
impersonate anyone from a judge
to a psychiatrist, who sings
and howls like a dog, who terrorizes
the police station with
a glass eye and not one but two
prosthetic limbs. He told his
translator, Ron Jenkins, “I
realized that a criminal act
had been conducted by the state,
but people were calmly accepting
the results of the official
investigation. When I
injected absurdity into the situation,
the lies became apparent.” And
his audience? “They
split their sides laughing…but
as the performance went
on…the grins froze
on their faces and in
most cases turned into
a kind of …scream.”
So the violent, criminal
world we live in is absurd
and funny. And Dario
Fo taught me another lesson:
It’s only true
if it’s funny.
—-Dave Mowers,
director, 2004
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