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Paolo & Vittorio Taviani, Kaos, contes siciliens, 1984, scène finale de l’Épilogue: entretien avec la mère (Epilogo: colloquio con la madre), 

Kaos Fratelli Taviani (da novelle di Pirandello) 1984 scena finale ...

(DIRE) Roma, 12 feb. – “Nel novembre 1973 dopo una sentenza di primo grado il ministro dell’Interno Emilio Taviani sciolse Ordine Nuovo per violazione della legge Scelba sul divieto di ricostituzione del Partito nazionale Fascista, previsto dalla XII norma transitoria della nostra Costituzione. Dopo la sentenza di Bari che ha condannato una dozzina di militanti di CasaPound per lo stesso reato,…

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A group of inmates in a prison near Rome decides to give a performance of the classic play Julius Caesar. All the actors are real prisoners and the film has set in different locations in their jailhouse. Most of the film deals with their rehearsals, showing how art and literature can transform the atmosphere of the prison and lift the spirits of the individuals there in order to achieve a common goal.

Here comes Caesar and his entourage from the street to the Senate. Headless of the warnings, he is destined to be killed by them. But of all the stabs Caesar receives, the last one by Marcus Brutus, who he has always truly trusted and admired, is the most burning. "Et tu, Brute?" (= You too, Brutus?) is perhaps the most famous cry in the history of betrayals. Plutarch wrote: "When he saw Brutus with his sword drawn in his hand, then he pulled his gown over his head and made no more resistance." Subsequently (in the play), the lethal conspirators decide to wash their hands in Caesar's blood, just before they head for the Roman Forum with their bloodied swords to proclaim peace, freedom, and liberty:

Brutus: Fates, we will know your pleasures. That we shall die, we know, 'tis but the time, And drawing days out, that men stand upon. Casca: Why, he that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Brutus: Grant that, and then is death a benefit. So are we Caesar's friends, that have abridged His time of fearing death. Stoop, Romans, stoop, And let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood Up to the elbows and besmear our swords. Then walk we forth, even to the marketplace, And, waving our red weapons o'er our heads, Let's all cry “Peace, freedom, and liberty!” Cassius: Stoop then, and wash. They smear their hands and swords with Caesar's blood. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Brutus: How many times shall Caesar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along No worthier than the dust! Cassius: So oft as that shall be, So often shall the knot of us be called The men that gave their country liberty. —William Shaspeare, Julius Caesar (Act 3, Scene 1)