Anton Chekhov’s The Seagull continues to inspire, bewitch and speak to playwrights, directors, and actors all over the world almost a hundred and twenty years after it was first performed. Taking his cue from the Russian master, David Bucci’s Possum Carcass uses The Seagull as a jumping off point but creates something wholly and uniquely his own. A Chekhovian blueprint with a garage rock pulse, a Lower East Side brain, and the timeless, breathtaking ups and hilarious downs of trying to make it as an artist in New York City.
Conrad wants to be a writer with a capital W. He pines for Nina, who pines for stardom. Conrad’s mother Mona has already achieved that, as she is a legend of daytime TV. Her paramour, a younger and well established sci-fi writer, Boris, is on the cusp of the big time. Lydia makes videos and sees what nobody else can in Conrad. Except his Uncle Angus, who is a self-taught special effects man.