Mincemeat is a show that takes the audience throughout a huge warehouse in the middle of Shoreditch, a narrative that deal with questions of identity and matters of life and death, unraveling the mysteries surrounding a World War Two intelligence operation. The story is based on a real fact: in 1943, the body of a military man has been founded dead on a Spanish beach. Was his death necessary to prevent the death of thousand? Or was he just a guinea pig?
In 1943 the Allied powers planned to make landfall in Europe via Sicily. In order to convince the Germans that the invasion would come through Sardinia instead of Sicily, they devised a plan called Operation Mincemeat, that consisted in dropping a poor soldier’s body off the coast of Spain.
Mincemeat is a psychological drama, extremely strong and passionate, it makes you angry and makes you cry, and the location is something incredible, a huge warehouse with several rooms putted to use as interiors of a re-imagined wartime Londoner building. Actors are excellent, and all of them were homeless people. The show ended with the last cues of The Great Dictator by Chaplin, a message of hope and joy:
“We are coming out of the darkness into the light! We are coming into a new world; a kind new world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed, and brutality. Look up, Hanna! The soul of man has been given wings and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying inti the rainbow. Into the light of hope! Into the future! The glorious future! That belongs to you, to me, and to all of us. Look up, Hanna! Look up!”
Just out of curiosity: while I was attending the show, I turned my gaze around and I discovered that behind me there was the actress Kate Winslet. Beautiful. I loved her in the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind by Michel Gondry. Truly beautiful.
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