On a fabric screen, a film reel—spliced from '50s creature features, '70s art house, and '90s slasher pics—rolls inexorably on. In nearly every frame, an African American man meets violent death via knife, ax, gun, shark, or most spectacularly, self-decapitation. As another unfortunate prepares to meet his doom, writer-performer James Scruggs shouts at the screen: "Aw, man. Go! Leave the room! I would leave!" The man on-screen doesn't listen; neither does the audience. They sit tight and listen raptly as Scruggs launches his... More >>>