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I'm a literary manager for a theater company. I run a playwriting contest every year.
It is totally evil of me to admit this, but -- I so, so love the so-bad-it's-good entries we get. But I especially love the occasional unsolicited emails we get from playwrights who haven't researched the fact that we don't accept plays outside of our contest, but are clearly just emailing their work to every known literary manager in the country.
Becuase that's where the good batshit comes in. Like:
* the fifteen-minute play -- divided into two acts complete with a scene change and an intermission -- about two couples at a cocktail party discussing the fact that one of the husbands is fucking a chicken
* the sci-fi play about a group of scientists who manage to cross a flower with an air filter so as to create a flower that filters out air pollution, and then decide to grow it on the MOON (note: this play was also bi-lingual in English and Chinese -- literally; each and every line was first delivered in English and then repeated, in its entirety, in Chinese)
* the play that managed to get wrong not only conventions of storytelling and dramaturgy, but also erred when it came to police procedure in Ireland, whether or not nuns are clairvoyant, basic human biology, Irish geography, and principles of fluid dynamics and air currents (don't even ASK me to explain this)
They will never get produced, but these shows are always very special to me. In their own way.
It is totally evil of me to admit this, but -- I so, so love the so-bad-it's-good entries we get. But I especially love the occasional unsolicited emails we get from playwrights who haven't researched the fact that we don't accept plays outside of our contest, but are clearly just emailing their work to every known literary manager in the country.
Becuase that's where the good batshit comes in. Like:
* the fifteen-minute play -- divided into two acts complete with a scene change and an intermission -- about two couples at a cocktail party discussing the fact that one of the husbands is fucking a chicken
* the sci-fi play about a group of scientists who manage to cross a flower with an air filter so as to create a flower that filters out air pollution, and then decide to grow it on the MOON (note: this play was also bi-lingual in English and Chinese -- literally; each and every line was first delivered in English and then repeated, in its entirety, in Chinese)
* the play that managed to get wrong not only conventions of storytelling and dramaturgy, but also erred when it came to police procedure in Ireland, whether or not nuns are clairvoyant, basic human biology, Irish geography, and principles of fluid dynamics and air currents (don't even ASK me to explain this)
They will never get produced, but these shows are always very special to me. In their own way.
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