G and I follow a group of female, Asian, Moonie-type cult people to their trailer parked in the high school parking lot. I run ahead and try to speak to the leader. Meanwhile G is taken inside the trailer. I return and follow them in. For such a small trailer, it is deceptively large inside. Everyone has now disappeared. I search through many empty rooms. Finally, out a window I see that G has been drugged and is being driven away on a yellow fork lift. She shakes limply on the tines. I call to her and yell that I love her. She looks at me, frightened and pleading, and then is gone. Outside the window I can see they have begun to set off fireworks.
V.20 No.29 | 7/21/2011
Skeletons in the Trailer
Performer tackles love lost and suicide notes with dark humor
Christina Slyter’s new solo show is about a woman who has become a shut-in, terrified of the outside world, because her husband killed himself—yet it’s full of dark humor. “The show takes place on the night that she wakes up,” Slyter says, “and discovers that there are people in her house. She tries to be a good hostess to them and show them a good time ... “ The audience members are the visitors in her house, and as the woman gets closer to revealing truths, her hostess skills unravel.