He is a saint. He is an old man . He is like a God. He is wise. He is a superhero. He is a commercial. He is the absolute symbol of consumerism. He a divinity in the Olympus of Collective Imagination. But, at the same time,he is a childhood dream pre-packaged depressing and vulgarly exploited: the end of poetry, the death of a fairytale, a fundamental step to be part of a society founded on nothing. But how does Santa Claus himself feel about it? What does he really think about his job, his mission? Therefore, Santa Claus does exist, but he has decided to commit suicide. We will help, giving him a beautiful death.
Directed by Nicola Danesi de Luca and Iacopo Fulgi,
Tony Clifton Circus is like a neon sign with coloured flashing lights, announcing that something unexpected is happening. Understanding their poetics or the thread of their work,is no easy task,
as T.C.C. pursues the representation of anomaly and weirdness. Their shows, true experiments of extreme comedy or, better, of comic extremism are a mix of plain screw-ball comedy and subtle poetic elegance. With love and a bit of hatred too.
