In addition to being very late with movie reviews, I’ve neglected descriptions of late spring cultural events.
Of which Q-Teatteri’s take on Hugo Pratt’s Corto Maltese was the first.
The minimalistic play is based on the The Golden House of Samarkand album and effortlessly laid out with half a dozen actors and as few props as possible.
Tommi Korpela as the world-weary sailor pretty much nails the role of the protagonist. In addition to looking and sounding like the stonefaced soldier of fortunes, he smokes the part. Indeed, his puffing on cigarettes (herbal, as stated in the notices in the theatre) gets almost comical at times.
Corto Maltese is a good story, the plot reaches from Venice to Caucasus without a hitch. The two lead characters, Corto and Rasputin, haven’t lost anything from the originals (though the latter has gained quite a bit of comic flair). And considering how often Hugo Pratt used just a few lines and black blotches of shadows for scenery, the bare bones staging is appropriate indeed.
Thumbs up for bravery (this is the world’s first Corto Maltese play), and thumbs up for the entertainment as well.