Siblings Lola (Livia Gomes Demarchi), Sandy (Carla Pauli) and Bruno (Eduardo Soria) arrive at their late grandfather Saúl’s Bogotá apartment to arrange for his funeral. He is a man who will be mourned by no one, especially by the sisters who he sexually abused, but familial duty requires them to handle his internment.
The apartment is cold, stark and haunted by its previous inhabitants. Soon the sisters are engaging with the spirits. Sandy deals with the ghost of Saúl (Tony Ortega), who is trapped in the apartment because he knows hell awaits him if he leaves. Lola finds herself in conversation with her grandmother Nena (Leticia Duarte), challenging her to explain why she never dealt with her husband’s physical abuse of her and sexual abuse of others. Her explanation is haunting in its own right.
Bruno is the odd man out. Born in the United States after his mother relocated there, he never knew his grandfather and cannot relate to him as anything but a doting, distant relative. This may explain Sandy’s antagonistic attitude towards Bruno and his carefree, pansexual lifestyle. How dare he find joy in something she relates to trauma and pain?
All of this unfolds under the watchful eye of Jesus (Noe Flores) who, when he’s not residing in a jar, is content to observe quietly. When he does speak, it is neither in the Biblical language, nor with the attitude one would expect from the Son of God.
Wickedly humorous at times, gut wrenching at others, this play is clearly Burbano’s attempt to exorcise her own ghosts. Director Alicia Coombes facilitates that exorcism with the help of a very strong cast. Pauli, Gomes Demarchi and Soria feel like siblings and make that unspoken bond palpable. Duarte blends compassion with hard-bitten reality as the grandmother. Ortega may be menacingly one-note as the despicable grandfather, but that is how the sisters see him. Flores makes for a very unique Jesus.
The storefront setting presents challenges, particularly with scene transitions, but the cold and emptiness works in its favor. As passers-by stopped to peer quietly through the windows, it was as if another group of ghosts had arrived. They should have come in.