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May 26, 27, 28, 29
Théâtre Prospero
Spanish : 1h20 F surtitles
Coproduction : Teatro General San Martin (Buenos Aires) / Theaterformen 2002 (Hanovre) |
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Mythical Theatre
A dried-out tree, a few plants, some terracotta flowerpots, an armchair, some sand, a sweater and an old turntable. A young girl raised like a rare, fragile flower by her gardener father who transplants her from vase to vase, seeking the right soil for her to truly blossom. An absent mother and a brother who has gone astray. An arid land that is now barren. Influenced by Buñuel as much as by Euripides, Beatriz Catani belongs to that generation of Argentine artists who lived through the gradual desiccation of their country, from Peronism to the economic debacle of the past few months. Breast-fed with myth and tragedy, she has created with Ojos de ciervo rumanos a curious work, a beautiful, astonishing fable that stays etched in the memory for a long time.
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© Guillermo Arengo
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An aesthetic far removed from conventional choices [...] Ojos de ciervo rumanos is a disconcerting play featuring actors who are totally committed to the piece... La Nación
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| TEXT AND DIRECTION |
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Beatriz Catani |
| ASSISTANT TO THE DIRECTOR |
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Jazmín García Sathicq |
| SET DESIGN |
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Beatriz Catani, Andrea Schvartzman |
| LIGHTING DESIGN |
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Gonzalo Córdova |
| ORIGINAL MUSIC |
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Carmen Balliero |
| TECHNICIAN |
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Margarita Dillon |
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| CAST |
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Ricardo González
Paula Ituriza,
Blas Arrese Igor
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Beatriz Catani
Influenced by both Buñuel and Euripides, Beatriz Catani finds in myths the raw material of her theatrical work, shifting between hyper-realism and surrealism. Born near Buenos Aires in La Plata, she is part of a generation of Argentine artists who lived in a nation that lost its way, dried up by everything from Peronism to the economic debacle of recent months. Ojos de ciervo rumanos could be a metaphor for the dessication of Argentina, an allegory for a country that is no longer able to adequately feed its sons and daughters. Without ever taking a specific position, the director uses a dried-out tree, a few flower pots, some plants, an armchair, some sand, a sweater and an old record player to tell a tale with no moral, portraying a universe tinged with mystery and poetry, giving free rein to the spectators imagination.
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