Wishful thinking to remember that Tino Orsini played my Italian husband in Genova 1960, set in the shadow of Mussolini’s rantings. In fact, Tino reminds me that he played a hitman in a completely different film: Mercy, where I was not Italian, nor making pasta, not looking ever more demented but merely a determinedly sober-faced […]
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The Tino Orsini Show
A few years ago, I played Amalia, a careworn Italian housewife manically stirring a pasta sauce whilst her husband stripped down to vest and braces to step into a tin bath of hot water after a hard day at the factory. In the background, as the pasta sauce started flying and the husband began peddling […]
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Scrabbling through a crate of photos in my attic, I come across an old theatre programme from the sixties. Plump angels fly across a faded pink cover proclaiming a double bill of melodrama and musical hall: Unity Theatre, radical open university for working class writers and actors presenting its uncontentious Christmas show, circa 1962. […]
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