A man, an actor. The man calls himself Zorro — he lives on the streets, dances at night, and spends his days following “normal” people to expose their hypocrisy and insecurity. And the actor? The actor is also a drifter, living like a wanderer, and night after night, theater after theater, the man’s words end up infecting his psyche — and that of those who listen, seated in the audience. The new work by Castellitto, ironically suspended between theater and life.
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