By Natalia Di Bartolo–
Italian viewer of a certain age, passionate illo tempore at the television screen in black and white, has today the joy, sometimes the emotion, to meet again on digital flat panels of the House of the milestones of their lives by the user then only national TV: RAI, the one with a single network, then called “channel”…When channels became two cried herself to science fiction. Today I am 5 and over and just to “Fifth channel” or surrounding areas happen pleasantly of bump in the 21st century, in memorable evenings gray only in color television screen. Great theater, then, the theatrical imprinting to many, but also great "animation" and now, for the usual xenophilia that characterizes the times, are called "fiction".
Pull out from history ancient and modern characters and handing them over to a large audience of viewers at home has always been the passion of many screenwriters and directors, who have often tied their name to television productions can be defined even legendary, such as "my prisons", the novel by Silvio Pellico, directed by Sandro Bolchi, RAI, 1968, which still exists today even on youtube, at the time, to fashion, to digital and all the mischief that has since invaded the set, in light blue eyes and sleepier by Raoul Grassilli and manly beauty of a Paolo Carlini which left us too soon.
The word "fiction" lends itself much more than "scripted" to an assonance with "fiction"; which doesn't mean it's producing for the show it is first prepared at the average prime time Viewer, which, perhaps, tired from work, sinks into the couch and you give body and soul to the small screen.
Turning, then, to him a "fiction"? Not worth it, they probably producers: with sitcoms (behold, the anglismo returns to unrelenting!) we. Are fine for getting distracted a bit, without too much effort: leggerine, funny, a little’ incoherent, "codified", almost, in its canons (the priest, the teacher, the grandfather, etc.etc.), often enjoy the presence of famous actors who have the ability Houdinesca to be recycled without respecting any expiration dates.
In this case, the viewer smile, relax, says thank you and, above all, dozing. If, on the other hand, said spectator sprawled on the couch, he shares with wife, children and maybe House cat, "patch" (and here we go again!) with a dramatic array of fiction, the situation is different.
It may not change much when it's fictional, invented and arguments that basically with their series and returns (I, II, redemption, revenge, young, etc, etc…Now it is fashionable in the cinema, with prequels, sequels, and whatnot…is superfluous now, further emphasize as redundant seems to have been by the great Alexander "rinse" the romance "cloths in Arno" and continue along this line Anglophile), as well as countless countless stakes and improbable characters and plots, also constitute an excellent and plentiful sleeping pill, harmless and sometimes useful to certain family members (including cat); everything changes dramatically, however, if the main character in the fiction in question is actually existed.
Explain why the speech changes is not as simple as it may appear at first sight: who doesn't love unfailing tears of emotion, or who can't find anything to be moved as he loves to do on these occasions, or even those who definitely hate the genre “fiction” always has the remote control to change channels: this is true.
But there is an extreme case that must be underlined and deepened: biographical fiction. And’ seguita a furor di popolo, come recitano gli indici d’ascolto immancabili. Cosa può rendere, allora, così diverso dal solito l’impatto del pubblico, che, con tale genere di prodotto si presenta davanti al video in quantità numerica impressionante? Il fatto che, oltre che cambiare il “genere” di spettacolo, cambi, o, meglio, “Add” even "type" of Viewer.
In fact, while it is true that the weary worker is likely to fall asleep too, along with wife, kids and House cat, it is also true that they peek out in front of the video, at the end of Tg1 of h. 20.00 and what inevitably follows him, many eyes, which I usually don't watch the fiction or the sitcom, nor the dramatic but they prefer movies or documentaries or other productions, or even your home stereo and CDs.
Wonder why so many lively eyes and very careful you post in front of the monitor for the biographical fiction is spontaneous, but the answer is equally spontaneous: love stories with a grain of truth. Caution: do not "true stories", but those who have a "bottom" from the historical truth that researchers, instead, they profess which science books and dusty documents, affascinantissimi various archives and libraries.
Given that fans of "true" are already placed his nose on the television screen, is reflected in the fact that even scholars and researchers are not free from tv-like curiosity. And here they are, then, present themselves, along with workers tired and to fans of the stories more or less "real": here are the scholars who are settled in front of the monitor and wait to the unfolding of the story; they don't need any notebook: their notes to remember them and they worked so hard and with so much love, that have become part of their synapses, with great comfort of gray matter that these notes is nurtured and well lush.
And what he finds himself in front of the scholar (which does not mean he has no next wife, kids and cat)? First, more often than not, a screenplay in costume, in a setting that can already by itself cause dissension, especially if you recognize the places where they turn the scenes and proves the eyes experts any inaccuracies costumistiche and scenic, the more you have, and so forth. But what is placed under consideration by this fellow, in first place and with a mathematical precision and unflinching, is the truth of history, which must be addressed in every facet and from every point of view: woe to miss something; If you are a musician, all hell broke if one may be left behind in his note!
If this almost inevitably happens, well, then, come out the most glaring disagreement: “The protagonist of the story really existed! How can you make marginal its production and/or even change the story?” they ask and they ask outraged scholars.
To try to give an answer, starting with the lack of expression of the artistic production of the subject musician, this usually is too high compared to the screenplay and is also thought to be a sign of common sense from the authors “marginalize it ": their work is pressure'il crush this fuselage miserably under the first three or four notes of so much art! Better commissioning and to compose a beautiful soundtrack, at which to insert properly “some” original song of the protagonist. Hands on: it keeps getting better! And already he wrings his hands,…And then, history, science, and as such, what happened? And therein lies the crux.
The story is sadly true, is changed, sometimes: inaccuracies, errors of dates, made-up situations, "discronie" in the affair, non-existent or poorly placed characters are just some of the "pearls" that scholars-viewers engulf grudgingly, as the Pearl in the poisoned chalice of Queen Gertrude in hamlet. Yet they are curious and, for the most part, swallow it all, to see "how it ends". And usually it works out pretty much how he ended up in the real world, with the death of the hero, brings in a more or less "soft", concluding a story that began barely two hours before: very little to “contain” the life of a genius!
And behold, then, distinguished and stentorian voices raised high, less illustrious hurling anathemas at this and that and decreeing the end quality television overt, because it is not thereby concerning so noble and, above all, real.
Maybe they are critical for their “critical region”but, upon reflection, what's in between the beginning and end of the scripted? A whole life, a real life, which was lived…and so can also appear legitimate that can be annoying to see it altered to sloppiness or cajole the viewer ninny, who unknowingly is content. What's the point then? And’ really cant please everyone? And’ inevitable that someone remains unhappy? And’ to believe that it is almost inevitable… Unless cases like that of Pam, mentioned at the beginning.
As they did, almost fifty years ago, to create a television drama that still can be acceptable to all and can "hold" difficult comparisons? That mysterious ingredient lies in the script, in that direction, in the recitation of those actors and whatnot? Simply a choice of”essential to true” and the use to which they face.
What would be the “essential to true”? The "fictional" (biographical novel, even, for that matter)? Too fake to everyone. The middle way? Would complicate the lives of eager to rest, but satisfies no one equally true lovers and "niche" scholars. All true as much as possible? Trecentosedici episodes of three hours each, three times a day, before and after meals…Who would see them all? Even the most heroic scholars. I mean, thinking in those terms, it seems that there is a solution.
So, Silvio Pellico of Bolchi? Miracle? No, just the right, rare "inspiration" that leads the authors to the choice of what may still correctly that "essential truth": the cornerstones of the reality of life. Hard right, but when you succeed, the more is accomplished. And the use to which they face? Skilled "job".
Much of that trade well done that, distracted by the emotion just passed, scholars pass over some "cut" a little’ risky; so much directing and interpretative ability (which really digresses into artistic inspiration), that the "commovibili" of the truthful may cry at will and not let them know of some foul-ups following (inserted specifically to spin better the plot: just one of those two or three words that scholars don't remember the protagonist have uttered); so much skill, to make it clear to the sleepy what you're missing, if you fall asleep with the cat in his arms, and keep your eyes wide open with unusual images and sounds at sitcoms; which, in the end, he can say: ' Mamma mia, tonight I got a culture! "
Conclusion? All happy and, as did say the great Peppino his Falstaff: "All duped!". And so, even in a case of such unanimous choir screaming at masterpiece you should really angry? No! It is simply the game because, in entertainment, in fiction, in the glorious “drama series”just a game it is: the true life, than anyone, it is another thing.
© Natalia Dantas