December 2016_by Marcella Vanzo
Talk about multidisciplinary: these guys keep you on the edge of your seat mixing anthropology, film, video, 3-D modelling, different narrative techniques and an exactness rarely experience anywhere. Birdie, a soft feminine voice explains to us, signifies both a little bird and a golf move.
Birdie(s), we will find out soon, are a few immigrants caught on top of the high fence enclosing the golf course of the Spanish-African city of Melilla, as they’re trying to enter Europe, the Guardia Civil breathing down their neck.
A common theme in these days, yet the way these señores tell us a story we’re all part of, citing a scared Tippi Hedren and a placid Hitchcock asking us whether birds really exist or whether they the projection of own fear, managing a camera trough a vast model of what could be human extinction, leave us speechless.
People trust images. Los Serranos may start from such an assumption and dazzle each one of our senses through four acts – smoke and wind included - with the adventures of people who need to move across continents to survive and people who try to stop them, life running in between. Sharpness, poetry and DIY make a perfect recipe. A must.
A sweet sharp nightmare made of gummy bears and shaving foam. Alchemic transformations made of the live video happenings of an ecological catastrophe. Hitler, George Bush, Kim Jong-Un, Ceausescu, all seem to be the leaders of a huge orange gummy bear army, decided to defeat the enemy—bears of any other color—once and for all. Coexistence seems impossible.
A catastrophe after another, big bears dance on stage, drink beer and make us laugh, while the world alters its features. Where does history begin and fiction end? We see the Twin Tower exploding above a funny combination right out of the Kids First Chemistry set. This time los señores use irony as a way to explore the relationship between the individual and the environment, personal responsibility— little left, I would say—and political responsibility, huge it seems to be and the consequent sense of powerlessness we all feel. It is impossible to control nature yet it is impossible to for each one of us to control an oil leak in the middle of the ocean; the screen going dark, drop after drop after drop of ink. My five years old son loved it, ate as many leftover gummy bears as possible, and, eventually, had nightmares of a catastrophe last night. Thank god his friend Spiderman saved him.