On primetime TV, an infomercial host goes off script and asks: who among her can define the moon? At a bake sale, two media personalities decide to collaborate to find out: can they hear each other now? And in a field, or a lake, or maybe just a theater, a TV chef is confronted with a riddle that shakes her to her core: just who, exactly, is Chunky? 

 

Using an irreverently unsteady Rolodex of styles, conventions, and commitment to narrative cohesion, Cherry Corsage is a queer pantomime about the tiny show-businesses we turn our lives into. Just like Aubrey Plaza, we’re all looking for our next big break. Just like Tyler Oakley, we all just want to be loved. And just like Isaac Mizrahi, our time is running out. Cherry Corsage wants to create a space of pure possibility using sexy poses, filthy pickup lines, and the music of Alanis Morrissette. And it will probably die trying.

 

 

Performance artist David Bernstein employs his rigorous physical staging and elliptical writing style with an ensemble cast in an ambitious evening-length work that challenges preconceptions about what a “play” can be. With nods to musical theater, genre film and the self-aware provocations of post-modern dance, Cherry Corsage is what theater would look like if it dressed up in drag as itself.