The death of Itziar Castro (Barcelona, 1977) it’s a tragedy. All deaths are. But in his case, more. It hurts for his youth, it hurts for his combative desire, it hurts for his talent, it hurts for his will to never hide, it hurts for his brutal and savage anomaly. The news hit the networks early in the morning and everyone, in one way or another, felt addressed and became aware of the terribly unfair nature of the director’s short and heartfelt text. Frankie de Leonardis.
The cause of death is currently unknown but “everything indicates heart failure,” the director of his representation agency, Gabriela Defty, told the Efe agency. Apparently, as confirmed by Europa Press, the Catalan actress “felt unwell” during rehearsals for a charity synchronized swimming gala in Lloret de Mar (Girona). An autopsy will be performed to determine the causes of her death and it is not yet known where the funeral home will be, although “it is possible” that it will be in the Pallejà Mortuary (Barcelona), where the actress’s mother is from, they have added from the representation agency.
Itziar Castro was an actress. And period. And, furthermore, she was a different actress. She commented in more than one interview, on the occasion of her nomination to Goya as a revelation actress for his work in ‘Skins‘, who had finally received a couple of scripts in which the word “fat” did not appear when describing her character. And she was happy about it. Without remorse. Conscious and happy.
She said that she knew that she wanted to be an actress when she was very young. At just 3 years old, she saw clearly that her thing was to sing and act. And so she soon let her father, a painter, and her mother, a cook, know. She tried dance, then she became fond of tennis, until, while she was in high school, she signed up for the newly born Barcelona Musical Theater School. His debut came with the musical ‘Peter Pan’ 25 years ago now. Pablo Berger counted on her in ‘Snow White‘ and then I would call her again to ‘Abracadabra‘; Paco Plaza incorporated her into the troupe of ‘Rec 3′ and Álex de la Iglesias recruited her for ‘The witches of Zugarramurdi‘.
In 2015, everything probably changed. It was then when, under the orders of Eduardo Casanova shot the short film ‘Eat my shit’, the original idea from which the aforementioned ‘Skins‘. That was a different movie. And different is understood not so much in its meaning of strange or different, but also, much better, revealing. The viewer was faced (still is) with his most intimate fears: the insane universe of the anomalous is offered in great detail and wrapped with the brightest of cellophane. Casanova’s characters suffer, hurt and love at the very limit of themselves, in the empty space in which words change their meaning and the feeling, any of them, approaches the pure; brutally pure. And, in the middle, next to Ana Polvorosa, Itziar Castro as the reference of a new time, much fairer and infinitely more decent.