Eight o’clock in the afternoon. The theater is full. I stood up and checked the audience to see if there were still empty seats despite my first result. This is not so. They’re all busy. There are even people standing in the background. They don’t seem to care. they came to see Tizina. they came to see paco merino Already Diego Lorca. His most recent work, titled only Owlwithout further claims.
After a minute the lights go out. Darkness fills the place and after a short silence the music starts. A figure moves on stage. It moves back and forth until it suddenly finds something and stops briefly. He is a forensic anthropologist, a man who runs his business in a completely normal way, alone, in a place as barren and dreary as the underground.
But things are often not as they seem. And it seems that this man, like the others, suffers from a disease that severely affects his memory. He lost his memory due to his stroke and forgot who he was, what he was doing, where he was. There was just a cut in the blood flow to his brain and it was over. A whole life was erased because as he said Ernesto SabatoObsessed with darkness like Titzina: “Living is about building future memories”.
Doctors try to help him. They use different techniques. They play with light, shadow, various objects, none of which is meaningless contrary to popular belief.
And Búho is no other work, not just entertainment, not written with empty and barren dialogue. Everything is where it should be. This is done with the aim of taking the viewer deeper into their own memories, not the fictitious anthropologist’s. To that journey that has forever stamped us with a hot iron. To that woman who disappeared in the fog one night a long time ago. To our parents, to our sisters. And finally, to everything that gradually forms our identity.
The secrets of memory, which exist in its material absence, mingled with the darkness of the depths of the earth, push us to understand the incomprehensible by a clear analogy.
imagine your life Clive wearing, the British conductor, whose memory was so destroyed by a sudden illness that for more than twenty years he could not remember more than the previous seven seconds. Practically impossible. But Pako Merino and Diego Lorca manage to show it to us as if they had experienced it first hand.
For months, speleologists, along with city explorers and police from the underground unit, visited the unknowns, sewers and tunnels of Barcelona. They also visited doctors, neuropsychologists and patients from the Guttmann Institute. A universe of knowledge opened up before them. And they certainly knew how to take advantage of it.
Thus, after long days of work, came the play Búho, written in very large letters and in capital letters, which has already toured dozens of theaters in Spain and Central America and has no doubt that it will continue for a long time to come. posters of many other places.
Don’t kidnap. They will be at the Arniches theater in our city Alicante on Friday, February 10 at half past eight in the afternoon.
Source: Informacion
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