Romance, or the triumph of absurdity, it is February. Valentine’s Day is approaching, and the Temporary Museum of Enfant Terrible Culture attempts a small play. Something started considering twinned tyrannies.
Conflict, plays should have some conflict. Conflict moves the plot along and develops the characters, but the various writers, directors, actors, etc. here in the tent are conflicted. Surely this isn’t “theatrical” conflict, even if it is very dramatic. It is the response to decisions.
It seems The Deciders, exerting purloined powers, have squashed various scripts and sets; but have provided only expectations. Inept expectations suggested certain types- action (more filmic than stage) – delightful love (more greeting card than dialogue) – or triumphalist historical dancing (certain skill limitations). As a consequence the above heavily-edited script and set are all we have. Perhaps as we move to Valentines Day we can produce more, but it is okay if you peruse the above and add your own thoughts.
We would like you to know that this single petal of a rose, still vibrant and alive, may be all you get this week.