Full-Length (90 Min.)
Dark Comedy
2M, 1W

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Lowcountry


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Synopsis

After losing his career and family, David, a man of color in rural South Carolina, struggles to make ends meet and regain contact with his young son. In exchange for David’s friendship and obedience, his mentor, Paul, a wealthy, white retiree, promises legal and material help. But when David invites Tally, a charming out-of-towner with a secret agenda, for an illicit evening at his apartment, their electric romance alters all three lives in shocking ways.

Casting & Production


Casting

DAVID — Late 30s, “brown,” a lifelong jock. Born in another country. Raised from infancy in Moncks Corner, a small town near Charleston, South Carolina. People call all those towns the Lowcountry.

PAUL — 60s, white. From Charleston.

TALLY — Late 30s, white. Raised near David.


Setting

Place
David’s apartment, a studio. There’s a sitting area with a small kitchen, separated from “the bedroom” by a curtain that hangs precariously from the ceiling. It’s summer in South Carolina. Heat, bugs.

Time
Recently.

Media

"A masterpiece. Rosebrock speaks up for the American precariat with care and empathy, but also a fair amount of rage—at a system that promises freedom but delivers servitude, at cruelty disguised as charity, and most of all at a ruling class that has irrevocably broken trust with the rest of the country."

— Zachary Stewart, TheaterMania

"Rosebrock’s writing is at once piquant and deeply compassionate, encouraging empathy even as it titillates. You may even exit the theatre with a new sense of regard or hope for someone you know, and that’s as worthy a gift as any work of fiction could provide."

— Elysa Gardner, The New York Sun

"An irreverent, horny comedy. I’m impressed all over again by Rosebrock’s flair for writing women who are smart, funny, self-critical, and pissed off. Leaves us breathless."

— David Cote, The Observer