It’s my ‘bloody’ play in a box!
A man lives alone in a box. His only contact with the outside world are two “caretakers” who are only permitted to ask him a single question: “What are you doing?” Like eerie, futuristic security guards, they watch him on closed-circuit television and supply what he needs by typing commands on a keyboard, which magically delivers whatever he might require — food, a book, even a mop.
Such is the conceit of the Yale Cabaret’s “Rise Up You Bloody Animals.” If it sounds like the makings of an uneventful play, that’s because it is. Very little happens, and much of what does happen ends...
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