Thanks to a large artistic staff of adults, the whole affair has a stylish veneer and lots of the little visual tricks beloved of those who traffic in performance theory. But like all theater, it's the honest and truthful moments that work best, such as the searing monologues from the remarkably intense Rachel Klobertanz.
There are times when you wonder why such young folks need to worry so much, so soon, about how to be the perfect lipstick lesbian, or how to become the most sexually desirable guy on the block, but then straight teens worry about all the same stuff -- and have a lot more avenues for expression. It would also be interesting if, in future years, the staff deviated from the agit-prop format and permitted a narrative voice of more complexity and ambiguity (these kids could handle that).
Seems like this "woman" has quite a problem mixing her sexuality with violence.
Thank goodness for your post and research. For a moment there, I thought this might have possibly been some sort of a dastardly crime. You have shown all of us Freepers that it was "Performance Art."
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