La cresta de la ola

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Direcció:
José Troncoso
Autoria:
José Troncoso
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Una crítica a la insatisfacció constant del món en què vivim.

Cada vegada més acomplexada pel somni inabastable d’arribar a ser «algú» i farta d’una vida de servitud, la Victoria desitja amb totes les seves forces la vida dels altres i, més concretament, la vida de Stella. La cambrera buscarà la manera d’intercanviar les seves vides en una mena de «Ventafocs» contemporània i carregada d’humor negre que, al final de l’encanteri, ens revela que no som ningú.

Crítica: La cresta de la ola

17/11/2021

A blast from the south

per Alx Phillips

“In Cádiz where I was born there was a place I loved called Palacio de la Moda. You’d go in and there were mirrors everywhere: on the walls, on the ceiling. You drowned in the spectacle of yourself.” 
José Troncoso is director of La Estampida, a Spanish theatre collective that burst onto the scene eight years ago with the unflinching yet adorable hit Las Princesas del Pacífico. Subsequent acclaimed pieces propelled the youthful troupe to win last year’s Premio Crítico de Teatro 2020. 
But fame, as the cliché goes, comes at a cost and in an attempt to meet and subvert their success, La Estampida have gone all out on a new piece, La Cresta de la Ola, that premiered in Madrid last autumn. The title refers to being at the very pinnacle of fame; no longer the 15 minutes that it once was, but a mere moment of suspension (and hopefully an Instagram to show for it) after which it all comes crashing down. 
The aesthetic draws on 1990s Spanish movies, which revelled in the decadence of a decade that descended into a carousel of corruption scandals. Set in a nightclub garnished with gold-sprayed palm trees, withstanding blasts of obnoxious techno, the cast play a catwalk of louder-than-life caricatures, all of who desire to be someone different. 
Victoria, a cleaner, wants to be Estella, a celebrity; Victoria’s Moroccan husband Jacinto (a pseudonym) chronically worries about belonging; Eugenia, a delightfully mournful middle-aged drinker with an ironed Corte Ingles bag attached to her forearm, leeches off Estella, who, predicting her own star soon will fall, clings to Eugenia as a reassuring comparison.  
“We wanted to interrogate success, what it is and what it does to us, at a time when La Estampida is feeling the pressure of other people’s high expectations,” says Troncoso. The resulting piece, though somewhat panicky, reflects the intensity of the last few years, when personal dissatisfaction duplicated worldwide. Like the mirror effect of Palacio de la Moda, “confinement caused us to think way more about our lives than is good for us.”