Come view the monster on Death Row. He’s safe— step
closer . . . closer. . . . In So, I Killed a Few People . . . (Piano Store), writers David Summers (who performs) and Gary Ruderman (who directs) play with the distance— emotional, metaphorical, and geographic—
between us and serial killer Archie Nunn a week before his execution in Florida. Summers, resplendent in orange jumpsuit and rippling muscles, enacts Nunn with scary cockiness, curled lip, and bravura irony.
In this supposedly court-
approved First Amendment
exercise, the inmate delivers a sardonic, articulate apologia. A failed ad copywriter who still dreams of coining a famous catchphrase, he shows himself a savvy pop-cult critic. The son of a Disney World electrician, he mocks how Disney hoodwinks
us with the myth that life’s
prizes fall to the deformed and dwarfish of the earth. How crazy can he be, Nunn implies,
compared to the scores of women who beg to marry him— one to bear the Antichrist— and the performance artists who ask to base dances on his bloodletting spree? Then just when he’s lulled us into sharing his reality, his madness bursts out, both terrifying and oddly moving. Though the piece adds little new insight into the
psychopath, it thrusts a chilling impersonation within killing

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