LA MUJER ROTA

STARRING ANABEL ALONSO 

New Year’s Eve. Murielle is at home, alone. The noise from the street and the shouts of her neighbors celebrating prevent her from falling asleep. In this vigil, memories confront a desolate present and an even less promising future. What has been lost, what has been taken away, failure and loneliness have left her out of the game, wandering in a limbo where she still wavers between survival and death. Her true tragedy – which is also comedy – has shattered her self-esteem as a woman, as a wife, as a mother, and as a daughter.

what they say?

"Her best performance. Paradoxes of life. The actress reaches her most sublime moments through tragedy, through the tearing apart of feeling. Through pain." (Esdiario)

"La mujer rota is a production that leaves a mark not only because of the intensity of the text, but also because of the coherence among all its scenic elements. But it is undoubtedly the performance of its leading actress that gives the production its true dimension: a precise and deeply human interpretation that lends naturalness to every emotion." (In PLATEA)

"The result is a deep and honest piece of work, in which Alonso fills the stage space by constructing an emotional whirlwind that captivates and turns the audience into an involuntary confidant." (Sin CriticART)

"Anabel, spectacular, what a great job, how well she conveys that oppressive, dirty, small, closed, enveloping atmosphere, at times terrifying, comic without being so, dark, empty." (Vista teatral)

DIRECTOR’S NOTE

This monologue is one of the three pieces of La mujer rota, by the celebrated writer Simone de Beauvoir, whom I have deeply admired for many years. It was not conceived as a theatrical work, although its stage potential is evident; it is, by definition, a soliloquy. I have always felt the urge to direct a monologue, as if something in that material were already alive within me.

First of all, I am moved by the psychological depth of its protagonist who, without rejecting humor, still has the courage to shout her anger at the world over the lack of social-divine justice in her life. And what is her life like? A succession of misfortunes that, far from placing her on the podium of the resilient, have left her in the underworld of hell, alone and torn apart. The thread of life is thin and fragile, sustained only by her powerful feelings of rage, her vengeful, self-destructive thoughts, and a kind of absurd grace – undoubtedly in spite of herself.

Another enormous strength of this material is the poetry and honesty with which the author lays bare Murielle’s soul, forever in pain; she not only finds no rest, but unleashes a direct, unending discourse to justify her actions and her «inactions», leaving her pain submerged beneath words. Murielle is a woman cracked in every part of her being, and through those cracks seep the saddest feelings in the world which, ultimately, all represent her fundamental, irreparable wound.