Straight White Men / Untitled Feminist Show
Автор: Young Jean Lee
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“Young Jean Lee’s Untitled Feminist Show is one of the more moving and imagina­tive works I have ever seen on the American stage…what makes it so transcendent is its delicious ability to alternate the pain of being different with a sense of humor about lives not lived among the status quo.” —Hilton Als, New Yorker “The twisty, turbulent, argumentative work of Young Jean Lee…will make you flinch, but it’s hard to look away…Lee has always been interested in exposing how we perform our identities. But in Straight White Men , she drills into something more core. Shuck off, subvert, cleave to your gender or race all you like, but a universal horror of weakness remains—a collective orientation toward status, power, control.” —Parul Sehgal, New York Times “Who said the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak? Both are pretty damn fierce in director Young Jean Lee’s all-nude dance suite cheekily (but purposefully) called Untitled Feminist Show . In a scant (and scantily clad) hour, Lee and her gutsy danc­ers try on a dizzying variety of modes and masks to shake up gender norms.” —David Cote, Time Out New York “ Straight White Men might be the most subversive thing that Young Jean Lee, one of American theater’s most keenly seditious practitioners, has ever done.” —Alexis Soloski, Guardian “Young Jean Lee is, hands down, the most adventurous downtown playwright of her generation.” —Charles Isherwood, New York Times Young Jean Lee , with Straight White Men , became the first Asian-American woman to have her play produced on Broadway. She has directed her work in more than thirty cities around the world, and is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, two OBIE Awards, a Prize in Literature from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, and a PEN Literary Award.
Yet Untitled
Автор: Welby Thomas Cox, Jr.
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Thad Hamilton was a man whose life was on a treadmill, though he would not accept that he too was one of those mumbodies playing out an existence, leading a life of quiet desperation. Then, it changed, he had an auto accident and crossed over to the other side. Oh, sure… he too had always scorned «the light in the tunnel» as a bunch of bull-shit but there he was on some platform as if waiting for a train. Then a garishly dressed little woman with a monkey on her back and a sign with the name «Hamilton» haunted him, taunted him before reminding him there was no train for those without deeds.
