Over the years, Borghese's characters have consolidated their mask-face, rendering it safer and more impermeable to emotions as well as more ductile to the various interpretations required by each new circumstance. They proceed assuredly and boldly, not missing a step or mistaking an attitude. They behave according to expectations, like seasoned actors, in scenes of sudden violence ( as in the case of the tiny man who pops out from the back of his alter ego gripping a gun, which he uses to shoot anyone who follows him in the face) and in their poses of remorse, as though under the eye of a photographer. Married couples, depicted in formal and stiff stances, are particularly fond of such official circumstances. In other cases, style is protagonist, a vulgar style and elegance that always accompanies the cloned mannequins - even during fits of rage - in perennial parades of Narcissistic quality. Why alter the typology of the actors if the plot has been the same since time immemorial? This must have been Borghese's thought as he consolidated motions, perfecting traits and forcing his hand when required to direct the observer's attention in the proper direction, guiding the latter's correct participation. The observer must always feel part of the scene, otherwise the play becomes a useless exercise. This is a risk that the artist cannot afford. Hence the actors are always on stage, attracting the attention of the observer on the other side of the painting to their unruly behaviours. This attention is not distracted from the background, which is for the most part, characterised by a neutral, anonymous quality, enriched by a few images in the distance: the sea, a cupola, the smoke from a ship or the chimney of a factory. There is little or nothing there to capture one's interest because all the important action occurs on stage: improvised duels of disloyalty are acted out, the thoughts behind those round and in expressive eyes are interpreted, the steps of the robotman are counted, sudden about-faces are performed and small cruelties that consume and accompany a society that is now deprived of any sense of morality, of duty, of any and all justice. It is a bitter laugh and one turns the page to find yet another bitter laugh.