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The last date listed for Cannibals was Sunday June 20, 2010 / 7:00pm.
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Three of the actors were really good - 2 were less than spectacular (but one was an understudy). Overall, the play was enjoyable. Because the subject matter is how Hollywood devours its own, I think the play would be especially interesting to...continued
“Back in The Day (1993) I was invited to speak at a meeting of ‘Actresses at Work,’ a now-defunct organization dedicated to networking and community service. I walked away from that experience thinking how difficult it must be when your biggest source of support is also your professional competition.
Years later, Cannibals was born at a Firehouse Center New Works Festival in Newburyport, MA, where it was selected to open the week-long event. The response was so positive that it was brought back post-festival for a few performances, a first-time honor for a Festival play.
And now, 13 rewrites and three production teams later, Cannibals is finally ready for its close-up.
I have long been intrigued by certain themes, such as goals vs. dreams… security vs. freedom… determination vs. acceptance. When the universe stands in your way at every turn, is that the time to try harder than ever — or the time to get a clue? Is discretion really the better part of valor? Or not so much?
Dreams are supposed to motivate us, to propel us, to give us hope that the mediocre ‘here’ is temporary and that someday we will arrive at the permanent, great ‘there’ – the mythical ‘Other Side’ where the grass will surely be greener. Dreams symbolize our basic individual human freedom; we’re all allowed to have them, and no one can take them away from us. But is that always a good thing? If we hang onto our dreams too long, and they never make the transformation into our reality, are they really worth hanging onto? Don’t they somehow, and without warning, turn to failure and drop us off, alone and without a proper coat, at midnight in the town of Bitterness?
On the other hand… what if we were able to shift the paradigm, and look at dreams not as a black/white success/failure destination but simply as an additional ‘oomph’ in our more modest journey… to just help us make it through one more goddamn day… like the world’s most grande Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte? Well then, and maybe then, the little buggers might have a place after all. And would that really be so bad?"