
The McCadden Place Theatre, 1157 N. McCadden Place, Hollywood. Through March 31st, Thursdays-Saturdays at 8pm, Sundays at 2pm. $30 at the door. For reservations call (323) 960-4484.
“No matter the meaning of one’s life, it still must come to an end.” Do you ever stop to think about that moment? Do you ever wonder when? And how? Painless? Painful? How long will it take before you realize things are truly out of your control? 90 seconds?
1790. Paris, France. Doctor Joseph Ignace Guillotin pushes a bill to the French Congress in an effort to make execution “equal” for all citizens. Pre-French Revolution, noblemens’ heads were hacked off with swords, while unfortunates of lesser ranks would be dismembered, burned, or hanged alive.

(Joseph L. Roberts) Sir Thomas More being executed by King Henry the VIII (Ian Madeira)
“With my machine,” Guillotin explained, the head will detach in one second, “and you won’t suffer.” Three years and 20,000-plus severed craniums later in the aftermath excesses of the Revolution, a group of doctors gather to question whether death by guillotine comes as swiftly as Dr. Guillotin had hoped.
“Does the head, severed from the body, immediately lose consciousness?” In SEVERANCE, adapted for the stage from Robert Olden Butler’s book “SEVERANCE: Stories”, we are appointed witnesses not to executions, but to 90 seconds of the immediate after-life of 30 decapitated figures from history and imagination.

The set, by Peter W. Sauber, is all black-and red-elegance. Black to remind us that darkness has already fallen, and red for the urgency embodied by the doomed before they are swallowed up by Time. The moody decor also attests that death by decapitation has pursued all eras and global reaches, to victims of politics, religious fanaticism, passion, and even industrialization (two characters are decapitated by elevators). A giant guillotine stands unshakeable and foreboding; an erect egress to the afterworld. On top of a Middle-Eastern gate sit three chimneys, sometimes serving as platters for severed heads, as is the bannister of a nearby stairway that leads only to lost dreams…
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