Kill Me

Argentine choreographer Marina Otero un-tames the stage and smears lines between art and life, in her latest piece of vivacious bodily research.

Expect clothes off, skates on and plastic pistols cocked. Bach and Miley Cyrus. Big dance numbers and slights-of-hand. A visit from the spirit of Vaslav Nijinsky and a deep yearning for lithium. A confessional style that cuts through with sheer honesty and total ridiculousness.

Kill Me is Argentine choreographer Marina Otero’s latest dive sideways into the limits of autobiography. It’s the third chapter in the Remember to Live series—her ongoing commitment to making radical work about her life until the day she dies.

In the first chapter, Fuck Me (2020), Marina served revenge through the bodies of five naked marines named Pablo. Two years later, in Love Me, she confronted the violence within, alone on stage. Now for Kill Me, she’s taken a necessary step back from presenting her own body as a live object of research. 

In the lead up, she was filming her “midlife crisis cliché” non-stop and with an open heart until, one day, she collapsed and was given a psychiatric diagnosis. To help her work through it she’s asked four dancers, each experiencing mental illness, to create a play about going mad for love.