Beirut, the play, will be hitting the performance halls of California with an apocalyptic story of sex, nudity and STDs:
It’s the end of the world as we know it, and no one feels fine. Instead, the people who have contracted—or merely tested positive—for an AIDS-like plague are quarantined in a prison camp set up on Manhattan’s Lower East Side, while those who have tested negative are watched relentlessly by “sex cams” to make sure that they don’t engage in any “risky” behavior. That means sex, and by extension, love.
So where does Beirut fit into this? Well other than the title of the performance, Manhattan’s Lower East Side where the infected people are piled into is called Beirut. So not only is our city considered a battlefield the world over, we now need to take on the director, Bill Voorhees’, view of Beirut as what, a sex-crazed, STD infested dump? Or was Beirut chosen as an appropriate name as, to the director, it signifies hopelessness, despair and destruction? I’m only speculating. However, as Kel Munger, the drama critic put it:
The real plague in Beirut is dishonesty, fear and silence.
I’m thinking “Looks Like Beirut certificates” all around – though I might need to change the text slightly to match the circumstance.
What? This is absolute insanity? You would think that the directors and producers would so some research before choosing to title the city Beirut? I’m not Lebanese, but I’m living in Beirut, and I’m offended! I really hope you find a way to send them the certificate, and by express mail!
I haven’t been able to find their personal addresses so I’ll send the certificates to the theater – let’s hope they receive it.