Can we convince adept writers who have nothing new to say, to stop submitting their plays until they’re adding to the conversation, not just repeating it?
So I’m in heavy season planning right now, and reading many many many plays a day.
Yesterday I cracked open four plays in a row that were all two-person plays with people in some kind of romance, all MALE PERSON, 30s; FEMALE PERSON, 20s and set in New York. This is something I see a lot.
I have questions.
Can we not at least IMAGINE that a man in his 30s would find a woman in her 30s potentially fuckable? That there is SOME POSSIBLE OTHER location than New York? That a white man in his 30s is not DEFAULT HUMANITY? That male ennui + banging younger women is not particularly interesting as such?
I’m exhausted by:
THE SPACE BETWEEN THE NIGHT AND THE STARS
“Quote I always just skip over.” – Søren Kierkegaard
MAN, 30s. Any race lol/jk…
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