by Riccardo Barone Una furtiva lagrima of blood, pizza, spaghetti and buongiorno. The audience found hard to leave the Banquet room still absorbed by the endless, emotional, energetic, hectic flow. Tears are mixing up with laughts; the existential Shakespearean (in)human condition of Nosferatu is touching everyone’s heart, feeling heaps of pity for his traumatic childhood, …
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