Calamity West’s new work is an unapologetically and deftly-crafted theatrical edict declaring that if we continue as we are, the future will be anything but female.
Green’s ardent production is equal parts visceral and vulnerable, and proves that truthful, messy, human theater is female.
It’s much easier to separate things into black and white boxes of good and bad, right and wrong, firmly close their lids and file them away under “how the world works.” Grays are much too difficult to file. Open boxes? You never know what might pop out of one and mess up the whole system.