MARIS HUSBANDS OF GOLDONI

When there is a crisis, people become close and cons as gondolas docked: anger fools, as Bernanos says, fills the world. The world, and first families: Enclosed homes closed doors. Fools, here are four: Canciano, Lunardo, Simon and Maurizio. Bourgeois, traders. But we are in 1760, trade collapses, and what do Venice without trade? A bunch of coats distributing their narrowness and their anxiety between channels, masked balls, churches and masterpieces. It must be annoying to live among so many memories of magnitude, so much beauty. Too much disparity makes life uncomfortable, it increases the neuroses and rheumatism. Then these idiots are bad, like all fools. Working poor misogyny: women this, women that. If allowed to speak, they have the last word, etc. Logic: how not to be angry with those that dominates be more sensitive than oneself? It is told them, they must retaliate. And first they seem to achieve this: Lunardo, for example, paid his second wife and her silly girl, bitter, petty, capricious, old lace to force walled and boredom. In a word, insane. In short, these are the boors.

Sin.

The preceding paragraph blackens the feature, since this is how Jean-Louis Benoit presents these family fathers without compassion for them. At equilibrium - a tremendously dynamic balance, almost perfect - between the odium and ridicule. Galabru here played by eleven, the room was above all a comic jet. Here, the usual source of comedy came over to the estuary: this source, it is wickedness. Goldoni, in his diary, was not more nuanced, but, with his usual speed, simpler: "These are four burghers of the city, the same state, the same fortune and all four of the same character, tough men, fierce, following the customs of the old days, and hate fashions, pleasures, and societies of the century. "They refuse especially theater and, as one is in the theater, that's probably the sin that summarizes the other . Goldoni do not blame them for being bourgeois, nor to be the patriarchs, or "hold" their wives and kids. He accuses them of being without grace, without light, without pleasure. The louts are misanthropic low forehead, who do not think and do not enjoy.