All my sons

JOE: What's the matter with you? I want to talk to you.

CHRIS: I've got nothing to say to you.

JOE: I want to talk to you!

CHRIS: Don't do that, Dad. I'm going to hurt you if you do that. There's nothing to say, so say it quickly.

JOE: Exactly what's the matter? What's the matter? You got to much money? Is that what bothers you?

CHRIS: It bothers me.

JOE: If you can't get used to it, then thow it away. You here me? Take every cent and give it to charity, throw it in the sewer. Does that settle it? In the sewer, that's all. You think I'm kidding? I'm tellin' you waht to do, if it's dirty then burn it. It's your money, that's not my money. I'm a dead man, I'm an old dead man, nothing's mine. Well, talk to me! What do you want to do?

CHRIS: It's not what I want to do. It's what you want to do.

JOE: What should I want to do? Jail? You want me to go to jail? If you want me to go, say so! It's there where I belong? Then tell me so! What's the matter, why can't you tell me? You say everything else to me, say that! I'll tell you why you can't say it. Because you know I don't belong there. Because you know! Who worked for nothin' in that war? When they work for nothin', I'll work for notthin'. Did they ship a gun or a turck outa Detroit before they got their price? Is that clean? I'ts dollars and cents, nickels and dimes; war and peace, it's dickels and dimes. What's clean? Half the Goddam country is gotta go if I go!

CHRIS: That's exactly why.

JOE: Then... why am I bad?

CHRIS: I know you're no worse than most men but I though you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father. I can't look at you this way, I can't look at myself!

(fragmento de la obra de teatro "All my sons -Todos era mis hijos-", de Arthur Miller)

Otra obra de teatro que refleja los horrores de la guerra y las devastadoras consecuencias que tiene en absolutamente todos aquellos que la viven. Y que deja a los espectadores con el corazon en un puño. Una lastima no haberla visto en ingles. Por suerte, el texto de Miller es lo suficientemente bueno como para aguantar una traduccion. Y ver a ese actorazo que es Carlos Hipolito bordando su papelon, en impagable. Me voy a aficionar a ir al Teatro Español por 4 euros... Un remedio perfecto contra la crisis;)

"Sure, he was my son. But I think to him they were all my sons. And I guess they where..."


Foto: Carlos Hipolito (Joe) y Fran Perea (Chris), este ultimo tambien me sorprendio muchisimo con su actuacion, para bien. En el Teatro Español de Madrid, "Todos eran mis hijos", solo hasta el 31 de este mes!!!!