Isolation in a world of 6 billion people may seem improbable, but it is becoming a fact of life for the modern age. While we may speak via phone, email or cross cubicle every day, our conversations have lost a sense of urgency or intimacy. We no longer talk to communicate. We now provide the appropriate, choreographed responses to the well-scripted prompts. It’s not curiosity of self or others, but a drone-like processing for the corporate collective or the sanitized public. Not only have we lost the ability to convey who we are, but we've impaired our capacity to recognize the person staring back in the mirror.
Though it is now over twenty years old, “Sexual Perversity in Chicago” continues to struggle with how people interact with each other. It’s not just a battle of the sexes. It’s a war to find a way to relate to anyone; man, woman or self.
“Bondage” provides us with an inescapable cage. We can’t run from our confusion, or hide on a comfortable couch. We are forced to admit to an absence of answers and, in the end, recognize that our frustration, desperation and fear are the very things that transcend our differences and offer hope.
On behalf of Icarus Falling, I would like to welcome you to the challenge of theatre and thank you for your kind indulgence.
J.S. Croff
