F for F.U.
A metatheatrical farce for the post-truth stage.
A rehearsal room. A talkback. A con job. Maybe all three. In this razor-edged dark comedy, a playwright submits a new script — only to discover the theater’s development staff is less interested in the play than in how to dismantle and reconstruct it to match ever-shifting criteria of identity, trauma, and social currency.
As a dramaturg, artistic director, and literary manager circle like buzzwords in a grant proposal, a seductive narrator pulls the rug out again and again — exposing not just the absurdity of modern theatrical gatekeeping, but the hollowness at the center of the theatrical-industrial complex itself.
Inspired by Orson Welles’s “F for Fake,” this play is part satire, part sleight-of-hand, and part open letter to every artist who’s ever been told their work is “not what we’re looking for.” No one escapes clean. Not even the audience.
Three men. Three women. One set.