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ROBERT SCHNEIDER |
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Adaptation / Translations of Plays by Robert Schneider |
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| 1st Produced: | The Players Loft, New York International Fringe Festival | 2007 | ||||
Company: | dreck productions | |||||
| 1st Published: | Ariadne Press 1996 | ISBN/ASIN: | 978-1572410237 | |||
| Music: | - | doollee no | #74130 | |||
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Genre: | 1h 15m Drama Solo Show Translation | |||||
| Parts: | Male | 1 | Female | 0 | ||
Parts other: | - | |||||
Notes: | Original Playwright - Robert Schneider | |||||
| My name is Sad. Actually my name is Saddam. Saddam is a first name just like Adolf or Jesus. See the US premiere of this award-winning play from Europe about racism, and the havoc it wreaks on the human spirit. | |||||
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| 1st Produced: | 2009 | |||||
Company: | n/a | |||||
| 1st Published: | I don't think it has been published. Try emailing Playwright or Agent where listed at top of page. | ISBN/ASIN: | - | |||
| Music: | - | doollee no | #101829 | |||
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Genre: | Play/Drama | |||||
| Parts: | Male | 1 | Female | - | ||
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Notes: | Original Playwright - Robert Schneider | |||||
Synopsis: | A bearded man with ripped grey trousers wanders Arcola Street peddling deep red roses. He looks lost and uncomfortable. This same man sits in front of us in the intimate Arcola Studio 2 and introduces himself as Sad, but he is not sad. A bucket of roses sits downstage with a few others scattered over the bare stage. A TESCO plastic bag hangs on the wall. Sad lights two candles so that we can see his face: a tired, but bright eyed man whose life has been transposed from Basra to a London (although at times it feels like New York). He is an illegal immigrant who has lost any sense of self-worth. We're never informed of why he's left home - was this a choice or a necessity? Within the opening five minutes he has repeatedly told us that he has no right to many things, from park benches and public toilets to Sundays. Over the next 65 minutes we are his sounding board, and the judgemental eyes he encounters everyday. We are his haters who ignore him on the tube, we are the 40 year old men who buy a rose from him on his eight mile daily route, the parents who worry about their children sharing school desks with foreigners, those who think that foreigners are here to steal our jobs and cash in on our social system. | |||||
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