The Groom's a fag;
the bride's a cunt;
the best man's a whore;
and the maiden of honor (just) hung herself in the closet
[a celebration of marriage]
SYNOPSIS.
Daniel is pretty gay, but he’s marrying Nora. Nora is a virgin that wants her wedding-night to be a magical odyssey of sexual awakening. Shit gets fucked up at the Bachelor Party. Shit gets even more fucked up at the Bachelorette Party. And the wedding is the biggest shit-show of them all.
A song, a dance, an image, a poem all wrapped inside a sloppy-overstuffed burrito of a play about glamping, hookers, cocaine, ghosts from our past, Emma Stone, the Easter bunny, hauntings, and the horrors of commitment.
the why.
BREAK-DOWN.
6F, 6M; Full-length; Comedy-Horror, Experimental, Movement
Daniel: Groom; a lil gay; queer, black, man, mid-20s
Fred: Best man; typical douche; white man, mid-20s
Mikey: Will do anything to seem cool to Fred; white man, mid-20s
Tosh: Daniel's college best friend; gay, black man, mid-20s
Nora: Bride; needs this day to be perfect; white woman, mid-20s
Peyton: Wants to be the maid of honor desperately; white woman, mid-20s
Georgie: Holding onto a lot from high school; white woman, mid-20s
Mona: Gay and brown and so happy to have escaped; Latina, mid-20s
Helena: The maiden-of-honor, but nobody knows why; white woman, mid-20s
Janelle: Daniel's sister, hates Nora; black woman, mid-20s
Justine: Erratic wedding planner; any race, early-30s (doubles with Tori)
Tori: A Bachelor Party Surprise; any race, early 30s (doubles with Justine)
The Bunny: A ghost, a haunting; white male, mid-20s
This one is personal. It's about all the shit that scares me. The stuff that haunts me. It's a play disguised as a poem and a poem disguised as a play. I am fascinated by all the things that haunt people and every character in this world is haunted. Very haunted. Every time I finish a draft of this one, I feel winded. Like someone's punched me in the gut. And that's a good thing.
READ IT HERE.
"...epitome of Fringe Festival: loud, profane, booze-sodden, rock-fueled...incisively raw script..."
-Mark Cofta, Broad Street Review
"...seriously funny, give-no-fucks script..."
-Chris Munden, Phindie
PRESS.
"Walker’s frightening, funny, and foul-mouthed creation ranges from his engaging send-up of the horror-film genre to his indictment of life in our backwater swamplands to his keen observations on the behavior, attitudes, pleasures, and challenges of his own generation."
-Deb Miller, DC Metro Theatre Arts
"...exemplary evening of theatre..freewheeling, foul-mouthed, strangely wonderful...one of the BEST PLAYS OF 2017..."
-Cameron Kelsall, Broad Street Review
"Walker’s prodigious talents as a writer: Imagine a love child sired by Tennessee Williams and Charles Ludlam and raised by Annie Baker. His text has the rollicking, improvisatory feel of devised theatre, minus the self-congratulatory navel gazing."
-Cameron Kelsall, Phindie
