Dead Teenager Trilogy...
What is the trilogy?
3M, 3W; Full Length; Horror-Comedy
Kori, Tyger, BethAnne, Gemma, and Dan work as ‘actors’ at a shitty haunted house attraction...and you guessed it—nobody shows up. Ever. In fact, nothing ever happens...until tonight. A mean dissection of B-rate slasher flicks, the American dream, sexuality, and the cruelty of pop culture all set in a dilapidated haunted house attraction in the outskirts of the American South wedged somewhere between a feral cat colony and a Wal-Mart Super Center.
(Philadelphia Fringe, 2015)
Horror is my favorite genre. It always has been, it always will be. Even when it's terrible, I freaking love it. There's something about the depiction of psychology in horror movies that is so honest. The juxtaposition of being scared out of your mind, but also the rich comedy that is inherent in horror allows the audience to understand a full and nuanced breadth of a character's emotionally complex psychology. The Dead Teenager Trilogy is my deconstruction of the horror genre for the stage.
Birdie's Pit Stop
(and the tribe of Queers
who fucked everything up)
5W, 4M Full Length; Comedy, Southern Gothic, Horror
Birdie's Pit Stop is the shittiest bar in the shittiest part of the shittiest town. But when a tribe of queers (from up north) crash in--all hell breaks loose. Literally. A play about demonic possession, guns, drag queens, drag queens with guns, human sacrifice, stuffed deer heads, and Jennifer Lopez.
(Philadelphia Fringe Festival, 2016)
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
Flexible Casting; Full Length; Drama, Horror; Interdisciplinary
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 disaster 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, Emma Stone, hauntings, and the horrors of commitment.
(Upcoming: Philadelphia Fringe Festival, 2017)