Fubar

Drama/ Characters: 3m, 2f Mary and David, camped out amidst the boxes her abused mother left behind, are unpacking a small San Francisco apartment. Outside, people self-actualize like crazy, riding the bubble. When Mary herself is the victim of an unprovoked act of violence, it leads the pair down different paths of addiction and realization: one to the violence itself, one to the abuse of cat tranquilizers. Meanwhile, Richard is a benevolent drug dealer working on his book while Sylvia want

Drama/ Characters: 3m, 2f Mary and David, camped out amidst the boxes her abused mother left behind, are unpacking a small San Francisco apartment. Outside, people self-actualize like crazy, riding the bubble. When Mary herself is the victim of an unprovoked act of violence, it leads the pair down different paths of addiction and realization: one to the violence itself, one to the abuse of cat tranquilizers. Meanwhile, Richard is a benevolent drug dealer working on his book while Sylvia wants to use the internet to double her life. Drugs are consumed, David is tempted, Mary's anger rises, and a gun is found among the house's boxed possessions, as the mood spirals into delirium. FUBAR is the story of four people trying to recognize the people they are becoming in a time that's totally F.U.B.A.R. (F*cked up Beyond All Recognition). "A writer for Showtime's "Dead Like Me," Gajdusek has a TV scripter's flair for snappy dialogue, but he also has a much rarer talent for deep characterization and empathy, even when dealing with his most contemptible characters."- Variety "The dot-com bubble - well, its splintered psyches - are the subject of the feverish FUBAR, an engrossing evocation of a time (the turn of the millennium) and a place (San Francisco, awash in Web money, pharmaceutical acronyms and online sexual encounters)...the play rings true in feeling if not in plausibility...Mr. Gajdusek has a gift for the humorous moment...the production pulses like an all-night Ecstasy-fueled rave...FUBAR, leaves you with a decent buzz." - The New York Times