READ THE REVIEWS:

April 17, 2015

A magical realist fable with a side of fried chicken, Octavio Solis’s “Se Llama Cristina” begins with a Latino man and woman (Gerardo Rodriguez and Carmen Zilles) asleep in a squalid room. On waking, they can’t remember where they are or who they are. Eventually, they notice a crib, with a drumstick stuffed into the swaddling. “Maybe, just maybe, we’re still trippin’,” the man suggests. “You and me and the leg of chicken.” There’s definitely something psychoactive about Mr. Solis’s story, directed by Lou Moreno at Intar. An ultimately gentle nightmare, it plunges the couple into flashbacks, each one revealing just a little more about their calamitous pasts, then returns them to their unhappy, poultry-addled present. Gradually, they remember their names and backgrounds. But they still can’t recall what happened to the baby — or any presumptive side dishes.

READ THE REVIEW