Louis Blachman

louis joshua blachman is a brooklyn-based writer and director from the san francisco bay area, recently graduated with a bachelor's in drama and english from vassar college in poughkeepsie, new york. he served as berkeley rep's bret c. harte artistic fellow for the 2023-2024 season.

louis joshua blachman is a brooklyn-based writer and director from the san francisco bay area, recently graduated with a bachelor's in drama and english from vassar college in poughkeepsie, new york. he served as berkeley rep's bret c. harte artistic fellow for the 2023-2024 season.

Scripts

D.F.J.

by Louis Blachman

Synopsis

josh is an atheist. josh voted for kamala. josh understands his complicity in systemic structures of power. then some vandalism appears on a wall on his college campus — and his name is on it. a black comedy about hate, belief, white men, and the futility of neutrality.

josh is an atheist. josh voted for kamala. josh understands his complicity in systemic structures of power. then some vandalism appears on a wall on his college campus — and his name is on it. a black comedy about hate, belief, white men, and the futility of neutrality.

Four Seasons Total Landscaping

by Louis Blachman

Synopsis

welcome to Four Seasons Total Landscaping (you know the one.) it's december of 2020 and a certain lawyer has just held a certain press conference for a certain president. then, an outsider arrives. winner of the Marilyn Swartz Seven ’69 Annual Playwriting Competition.

welcome to Four Seasons Total Landscaping (you know the one.) it's december of 2020 and a certain lawyer has just held a certain press conference for a certain president. then, an outsider arrives. winner of the Marilyn Swartz Seven ’69 Annual Playwriting Competition.

fuck/marry/kill

by Louis Blachman

Synopsis

in a nondescript room in a nondescript base, some soldiers are waiting for some orders. one of them knows sartre. one of them reads a bible. and one of them just wants to kill some fuckin people. they wait.

in a nondescript room in a nondescript base, some soldiers are waiting for some orders. one of them knows sartre. one of them reads a bible. and one of them just wants to kill some fuckin people. they wait.