CHERRYWOOD was written as a simple list of lines, a play without characters, allowing the actors to assemble their roles from the lines they chose to speak. The result is a playso wild it’s feral. Beginning as a housewarming, the play careens into a recruitment party where werewolves cut frustrated partygoers from the herd, one-by-one, offering personal transformation in the form of a glass of milk. But someone brought a gun to the party and hiding it will only randomize the victim.
But before the gunshot there’s jello shots, karaoke, mandatory dancing, intimate trips to the bathroom. The gun goes off, and the play becomes a whodunit on speed that pits an armed victim against a houseful of suspects. Now, the solution to the mystery is not who is responsible for the trauma, but what trauma we would inflict if we were responsible for making the world in the image of our desires. Party games like ‘Who Would You Do?’are turned to politics so the question remains: which war fucked the world over the most?
