The angry paranoia is strong in this one. But who among us has not shared work, thoughts, ideas, etc... in any group setting, and then not seen our stuff co-opted by someone else, no matter how vaguely? Can it be ascribed to the collective unconscious, or is it theft of intellectual property? That’s the premise of Ken Preuss’ astute short play, and the nerve that he hits like a bullseye here. And it’s a nerve that’s directly connected to the funny bone. Paranoia can be hilarious, right? Of course right.
The angry paranoia is strong in this one. But who among us has not shared work, thoughts, ideas, etc... in any group setting, and then not seen our stuff co-opted by someone else, no matter how vaguely? Can it be ascribed to the collective unconscious, or is it theft of intellectual property? That’s the premise of Ken Preuss’ astute short play, and the nerve that he hits like a bullseye here. And it’s a nerve that’s directly connected to the funny bone. Paranoia can be hilarious, right? Of course right.