Not with a bang, or a whimper, but with the sound of a helicopter swooping overhead: this is how the world might end. Or at least the world as we know it. Bruce Bondafede’s hand-grenade of a play envisions a future that could already be on the horizon, a time when Christian fundamentalism has seized power and is hunting down and “re-educating” (read: crucifying) all resistance. But don’t think this is a fight between simple good and evil. It’s more a look at the blurring of both sides. A tense and harrowing look. Riveting!
Not with a bang, or a whimper, but with the sound of a helicopter swooping overhead: this is how the world might end. Or at least the world as we know it. Bruce Bondafede’s hand-grenade of a play envisions a future that could already be on the horizon, a time when Christian fundamentalism has seized power and is hunting down and “re-educating” (read: crucifying) all resistance. But don’t think this is a fight between simple good and evil. It’s more a look at the blurring of both sides. A tense and harrowing look. Riveting!