THE STORY:
A city that never sleeps.
A bloody New Year’s surprise.
A lonesome coroner on the brink.
Auld Lang Syne, 12:31 A.M. The party rages on, in spite of The City’s insomniac epidemic—and the exploded body dripping down the walls in the next room. Naturally, Detective Marjorie and I are on the case, but with frazzled, sleepless denizens bursting to bloody bits faster than I can get those bits back to my morgue, I’m feeling a little…disconnected from myself. Still, there’s work to be done: Those walls aren’t gonna clean themselves.
There I go.
BLOODSHOT is a vicious psychocaper that pits the deprived against the depraved in a peace-starved, pulp-inspired mystery. Unreliably narrated with an acerbic funny bone and a vibrant, twisted cast of characters, BLOODSHOT confronts audiences with an unraveling network of the self, inviting them to venture through the hotbed of a very human meltdown—and beyond.
“…a neo-noir dark comedy about nonstop anxiety gnawing at a fictional New York City where no one has been able to sleep for three years. While there was nothing comforting about this darkest timeline, T Vanderburg’s play was carefully crafted, with vivid language and imagery…It crackled with sharp repartee...and a creeping sense of mystery mixed with smart self-awareness.” —American Theatre.
“…Seeing BLOODSHOT…introduced me to the sizzling writing of playwright Elinor T Vanderburg. Her pulp fiction world was situated around a bone-tired Black man trying to get to the bottom of a mystery…The relentless exhaustion she portrayed was both a colorful storytelling device and a powerful metaphor…I want to know what she can do with a bigger budget, more resources, and, if theaters put their BLM statements where their budgets are, a theater world willing to confront head-on the myriad experiences of Black people in America.” —Exeunt NYC.
