I WOULD VERY much like to see a production of Marty Chan's play Bone House. Which seems to make a criticism of the media (cabloid TV, specifically) sensationalizing of serial murderers that I made in some blog posts about the same time he was writing it. Of course I'd welcome a radio drama version of it if the author wrote the script and the actors and director were good and followed his intentions.
My question was if they ever asked themselves how many of the sickos watching their "true crime" programs were watching them for encouragement and ideas to put into practice and whether or not anyone involved would care if they knew that there were serial killers in their audience share.
An audience comes to hear a lecture about serial killers. Self-proclaimed mind hunter, Eugene Crowley, recreates gruesome murders to convince the audience that a serial killer is on the loose. As the lecture progresses, the audiences suspects Crowley might actually be the killer himself. But before they can act, members of the audience are shuffled throughout the lecture hall so that they sit beside strangers. Crowley presents his final proof, an inkblot that the audience must scrutinize for a full minute. The lights are turned off and the negative image of the inkblot forms the face of the killer. However, in the blackout, the true killer makes his presence known and proceeds to eviscerate Crowley, leaving the audience’s imaginations to create the picture to go along with the sounds and sensations in the dark. This play is a psychological experiment about the nature of fear, imagination, and deification of serial killers.
Update: What can I say? I like to do a bit of reading and get bored with only reading the same kind of stuff. What'reya gonnna make of it? .
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