In case you just came in (or haven't been following us on Facebook, etc.), the production is Jeannine's Abortion: A Play in One Trimester, and it's a collaboration with Old Kent Road, written by Eric Bland and directed by Hope Cartelli, featuring a cast of a half-dozen fresh young faces and one grizzled curmudgeon (i.e., me). It opens this Thursday as part of The Brick's Too Soon Festival, and there are a number of reasons you should see it.
However, I will hand the reins over to the playwright himself, who has crafted the following platonic dialogue with a platonic audience member describing the what-the-what about the show:
PERSON: Is this play about abortion?Tickets are available HERE.
ME: Someone has an abortion in it, yes.
PERSON: …Why?
ME: Because. That happens.
PERSON: Is the play funny?
ME: Sometimes.
PERSON: Why?
ME: Because that happens.
PERSON: Is it political?
ME: Man is a political animal.
PERSON: That’s sexist.
ME: Like the world?
PERSON: You’re silly.
ME: Your face is silly.
PERSON: Hah. I’m not even wearing a face. You don’t know who I am.
ME: No one knows anyone, do they?
PERSON: Tragic.
ME: Heroic.
PERSON: Look at my fingernail. It’s about to fall off. I got it caught in a lawn-mower yesterday. I guess, knowing that, all you can really say is, I was lucky.
ME: I love you.
PERSON: I love the idea of you.
ME: Would you like to take the idea of me out dancing?
PERSON: Well, I should remind you, about my finger, so, factoring that in, break-dancing might be out of the question, but most forms—
ME: Salsa.
PERSON: Now you’re talking.
ME: No, now I am.
PERSON: Now you’re not. You’ve grown quiet just as a plant on a brick wall or a fence—such as ivy—grows, not so much ‘quiet’ as…anywhere.
(Me nods.)
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