If you’ve ever wished your parents were glamorous theatrical stars – and what gay child hasn’t? – Marga Gomez in her riotous and touching one-woman show, Los Big Names, will disavow you of all delusions of grandeur.  Growing up as the only child of two stars of the Sixties Latin theatre circuit, Gomez yearned for a kind of normalcy which would enable her picnics in Central Park with her mother – who when finally coerced to join little Marga proceeds to a dalliance with a Central Park cop.  Such are the indignities Gomez relates as she recounts the years spent bouncing between her two sparring and fame-seeking parents, from whom it’s clear that Gomez has inherited her love of audience and applause.  With the merest trace of a smile, and mischievous eyes which shift effortlessly from ironic to vulnerable, Gomez has a physical presence reminiscent of the best mime artists.  And while her humor is limned by the ineffable sadness of the parent/child dynamic - the distance we travel from our parents in our pursuit for independence, and the continued need for their approval, even from the grave – Gomez proves yet again that there’s nothing like laughter for letting go of resentment for being the butt of a family joke.