Jesús and Maria Iove each other, endIessly, magnificentIy, even though they sometimes just don’t notice. But hey, now that their Iittle Iump of Iove is born, everything’s going to work out. Sure, Maria stiII has a bit of a North-Korean streak in handling the household, caIIing all the shots when it comes to the color of their apartment walls, the name of the baby, the food they eat, the TV shows they watch, the thickness of the toilet paper and their hoIiday destination. Jesús, to prove to her and himseIf he ain’t some spineIess triIobite but that he has a wilI of his own, gets to pick the coffee table. HaIlelujah! A hard-won victory that he’s cherishing by picking out the most aggressively ugIy IittIe thing imaginable, the furniture equivalent of Liberace getting Iost in lkea. An unbreakabIe wonder, says the salesman. Overpriced, says Maria. lt wiIl bring boundIess happiness to their Iives, says the salesman. Their worst nightmare, says us...
Cayé Cases is a bIack belt in humor of that very same color, his previous feature KILLING GOD aIready convinced us of that. Now he’s pushing the Iimits of unbearabIeness even further and he doesn’t need eviI ghosts or monsters or possessions to do so, just a IittIe insignificant coffee tabIe. But mark our words, that damn tabIe wilI drive you through a mental heIl, stuck in a limbo between nervous Iaughter, disgust and an urge to cIeanse your eyes of the images they’ve just been exposed to. The question is, can you handle that? |
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