The Method Gun, by Austin company the Rude Mechs, is going to the Humana Festival.
Translation for people who aren't theater nerds: The Method Gun is a fucking fantastic play about a bunch of idiot actors, whose guru has gone AWOL, trying to mount a production of A Streetcar Named Desire without Stella, Blanche, Stanley, or Mitch. It's going to a preeminent national new-play festival. Watching the characters be bad actors, watching them be idiots, watching them rehearse, watching them talk about their "method" (which includes a loaded gun) was deeply funny and deeply sad. Theater about theater is usually like writing about writing—solipsistic and dull. But The Method Gun is something apart. And its final five minutes has the best reveal I've ever seen in a theater. Despite my reputation for spoiling, I'm not going to tell you what it is.
God, please, somebody bring this show to Seattle.
Here's a crappy video montage—because filmed performance is usually crappy—of some parts of the show. But it'll give you a taste (I suggest you stop watching after the letter catches on fire):
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