All those people who don’t know who they are will derail more than the peso against the dollar Marina Otero.
Neither actress, nor dancer, nor writer, nor author. She likes “interpreter”. Otero reopens his brutal and ruthless confessional where the nude is the best possible wardrobe.
The work is called fuck me and is part of a diptych that includes Love me. Both can be seen -very difficult to get tickets- by opening the season of the Centro Cultural 25 de Mayo, in Villa Urquiza.
The theatrical exercise that has accompanied Otero for years can be a collection of irony. Instead, we prefer to think of unpredictable virtuosity or the desire to do so used to exhaustion with all available resources at your fingertips.
His theater has the grace that everything else becomes monotonous, sleepy, obsolete. A pressure cooker, this girl able to synthesize her influences, reach a voice of its own that never descends from the scream.
In fuck me the actors are so, so naked that they seem to be dressed up to their necks. before this, The anatomy lesson it is complete nonsense. For some reason, Marina – conceptual beast – cannot wear clothes on her. “Nude is my wardrobe,” she says and proves it in every presentation. It’s like she’s ashamed to wear a skirt.
Narcissist
“I always envisioned myself taking center stage as a hero taking revenge on everyone and everything. But the body didn’t give me so much battle. Today I leave my seat to the interpreters. I will look at how they lend their body to my narcissistic cause”, he says on stage.
fuck me is the third part of the series remember to liveafter the works Andrew -his first public appearance- and Remember 30 years to live 65 minutes. but now Otero is paralyzed. It’s a real shame to see her like this. Explain what have a serious injury effort product of their performance. Something in the spine, she says.
He walks slowly, his movements on stage are painful. They replace her and she takes over the role of manager from a desk. Everything is so overwhelming that we just become sentient beings.
fuck me tease the biodrama of Live Tellas and the documentary theater of Lola Arias. Otero also works with music, screens and uses context as true content. He begins by saying that: “I can’t act”. I mean, we came to see her and she referred us to other actors. It looks like a scam. Give us back the string.
But the performer goes about her business and talks about her life as if it were Norma Alexander. He speaks exclusively of her as if we had ever heard from her. The previous sentence resonates: “I’m going to see how they lend their bodies to my narcissistic cause”.
In their place, six male interpreters take their place. Not one, you are! It shouldn’t be easy to replace. And especially the men. “I started doing ten shows, always farting. I drank a lot of whiskey before acting. I’m not a dancer, I’m not an actress, I’m not a choreographer, I’m not a writer.”
-AS?
-The soul is a lie. I’m a whimsical person who does all this to figure out what the hell he’s doing in this world.
His thing is to carry on a pathology. His narcissism it is nothing but the sample of a personality disorder brought to the fore. Otero embodies the symptoms of the need to be admired, to feel that others owe him something. He plays at lacking empathy and having an exaggerated sense of his own importance.
It goes around the edges of everything. Too bad the reader on the other side doesn’t know it. Let them know who they are Big Brother and I don’t have a clue about Marina Otero. “They offered me a lot of money in exchange for being with a 90-year-old man.”
-Marine…
-I didn’t accept, but I doubted it for five minutes. I reported it at a construction site… I lived with my clothes in bags for a while and now I live in a bright apartment with stylish furniture.
-What else?
– I was a troll.
-Anything else?
-I went out with a friend’s son and wanted to have sex with my boyfriend’s father… I went out with all my boyfriends friends. One day I walked to the tracks, but I didn’t dare.
A grudge in the best sense of the word: someone who feels at least twice and never feels the first emotion.
“I danced on my boobs on a grave in the Chacarita cemetery and ran away from a policewoman… I already went crazy, came back to my senses, fell in love, died of love and was resurrected for work.”
POS
Source: Clarin
