Written by Billy Bermingham
Directed by Ian Allen
February 18 - March 27, 1999
Metro Cafe

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Cyber porn queen, Natasha (Lucrezia Blozia, left), woos Dan Citizen (B. Stanley, right).Photo by Jason Horowitz, 1998

"You've got one week left to catch "Cannibal Cheerleaders on Crack," Billy Bermingham's sleazy, cheesy, gooey, spewy farce about sex, drugs, murder, transgenderism, body functions and bad words. Think John Waters, only not as tasteful.

Moments of exquisite excess and monumental offensiveness--especially if you sit in the first two rows, where fluids of all sorts come showering down from the stage. Guaranteed to make you either laugh out loud or run screaming from the theatre."
--William Triplett, Washington Post, 3/31/99

"Blood! Guts! Tits! Ass! Fucking! Interns! Is nothing subversive sacred? Not in Cherry Red Productions' latest oozer, Billy Bermingham's "Cannibal Cheerleaders on Crack" "Penises are pornography, but tits are art." So by its own definition, "Crack" is definitely not art, but it is an invigorating dose of metatheatrical camp.

Director Ian Allen's "Crack" is like "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," "Saturday Night Live," grand Guignol, and the Blue Man Group blended to a very real and palpable pulp, which you will be picking out of your vintage boiled-wool sweater for days. According to cast member Kris Ruff, whose character is not unlike Joan Cusack on, well, crack, "the reason I agreed to perform in a play that can be construed as racist or sexist is because it makes a comment and forces you to think about the dystopian possibilities of blacks being eaten, the homeless being hunted, and women being exterminated" -- all of which are commonplace in Bermingham's portrayal of the year 3008.

Assuming that the audience is not lost in a sea of faux bodily fluids, giggling at the potshots at the Studio Theatre, infertility, and AOL, or distracted by phallic symbols both real and imagined, "Crack" is didactic. In a city where subscription sales have been known to drive artistic choice, Cherry Red goes out on a limb."
--Amanda Fazzone, Washington City Paper, 3/5/99