“A man lives alone in a box. His only contact with the outside world are two ‘caretakers’ who are only permitted to ask him a single question: ‘What are you doing?’ Like eerie, futuristic security guards, they watch him on closed-circuit television and supply what he needs by typing commands on a keyboard, which magically delivers whatever he might require — food, a book, even a mop.
“Such is the conceit of the Yale Cabaret’s ‘Rise Up You Bloody Animals.'”
It’s my ‘bloody’ play in a box! Alena Gribskov Yale Daily News 11/9/07
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