Playwright
Sean Huze
www.seanhuze.com
The Sandstorm
At the risk of sounding callous and insensitive, reading
Sean Huze’s play, The Sandstorm evoked no real emotion out of me. The closest
thing that comes to my mind, to compare this play with, would be a modern
horror movie. Most of the suspense, intrigue, and emotion have been replaced
with simple violence and gore. Instead of artistically writing and scaring the
viewer, the viewer’s fear is replaced with shock. After reading the story, it
seemed to me that most of the story just focused on the bloodiness of war and
how horrific it is. I kind of felt like maybe I was supposed to have been
shocked, but never developed that emotion though. Maybe I’ve become
desensitized by the constant bombardment of “shock” TV, movies, books, plays,
art, etc. that has permeated our society? Maybe the fact that you can
practically rip a characters head off and shove it up his ass in most “kids”
video games, has numbed me to a good war story? Maybe I’m just a cruel jerk for
not getting misty eyed reading about American troops putting their life on the
line for my freedom? Or, maybe, this play needs to be seen as… a play? It
wouldn’t be doing this work any justice if I just sat here and was critical of
it for not packing an emotional punch, without actually seeing it the way it
was intended to be put across. I couldn’t try to use a gun as a boomerang, and
then say that the gun is a useless weapon. If used right, a gun is dangerous.
So, I’m going to give this play the benefit of the doubt, and assume that if I
was to see it performed, that it would have more of an impact upon me, and
would be much easier to follow. After all, I like to view myself as a nice guy,
and not some calloused jerk.
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