Alessandro Serena There are two images that come to mind about Clown Festival in Milan, created by Maurice begged. This is the opening and closing of The Clown, a masterpiece by Federico Fellini. Rimini is the director of the Italian artist who has linked to a greater extent than their own imagination of the circus, until re-establish it. The Clown begins with the scene in Federico child, facing the window and a gray morning (surprise!) instead of a barren desolate square, discover a world of color, music, humanity has arrived at night in the city a circus! It's a bit 'what's going on with the Festival of begged. In a metropolis, often engaged in frenetic races, get up one morning and discover that came the clown is a great feeling. Moreover it is more than that clown to make people laugh are proposed to reflect, work in the social, some are trying to understand their application, they invade the city trying to change some habits, are proposed as a clown in some ways revolutionary. But the image that closes The Clown Fellini's is different and more melancholy. The Mosquito clown (whose Fumagalli son, on the other, is one of the greatest artists of the comic relief) to the director explains: "You know Mr. Fellini once did a number with a friend of mine called Fru Fru. He pretended he was dead. I walked into the scene and say, where Fru Fru? But do not know, I said the director, is dead! But how he died, I said! I must return the ten sausages and the candle that I paid last year! Well he's dead, I said the director. Where can I find it, I say? But stupid, I tell you that he's dead! Then I took for that I won, I used to call it: Fru Fru! Fru Fru! Nothing. She did not answer. What is really dead, I tell you? And if I died as find it? One can not just not disappear like that. Somewhere to stay. Fru Fru! As long as I have an idea. I'll call him when he worked as a trumpet with me. And so I start with the trumpet call. Sound the first notes ... I feel ... nothing. Please try again. It was a very nice song that made her cry. It was so ... "and started a poignant trumpet solo. The clown dies. It is not enough for a festival or to raise him up to find it hidden somewhere, as he had hoped mosquito. The clown is a serious figure, master of the ancient techniques but innovative. To this must feel, work, do not leave anything to improvisation. Should brush their teeth every day. The work of the clown and the clown should last forever, sometimes a lifetime. Otherwise the risk is to make reference to another symbolic figure who arrives on the other great master of cinema, Charlie Chaplin, which closes its beautiful Circus with Charlot sad sitting in the middle of the melancholy trace of a circle of sawdust. One of the most common clichés of the twentieth century: the circus part and leaves only a memory. The clown part, but must leave something more.
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