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Berserker will next be presented the weekend of April 17-20, 2008, as the opening production of the
Black and Latino Queer Performance Festival at Northwestern University at the Hal & Martha Hyer Wallis Theater, Evanston, IL.
For more information and ticket reservations, please call the Dept. of Performance Studies at Northwestern - 847.491.3171 - or contact us at .
Berserker
received a Best of the Fringe Award for Best Male Dramatic Solo
at the 2003 San Francisco Fringe Festival and was one of the productions
named by the New York Sun as Best of the Fringe at the 2003 New
York International Fringe Festival.
SF
Bay Times:
Outlaw’s performance is raw, riveting, often perverse, and
decidedly unsettling.
The
New York Sun:
Berserker looks deep into our personal
and national enthrallment with killers. Outlaw is a generous performer,
making delicate transitions from character to character. The performance’s
final moving tableau combines repulsion and love for these distinctly
American killers, and for our stubborn fascination with them.
nytheatre.com:
I am intrigued by Outlaw’s portrayals of Turner and Dahmer,
and his ability to bring to life parallels to these two seemingly
different men while illuminating the dark obsessions within himself.
The texts serve as a springboard for the even more interesting
autobiographical portions… brutally honest and arousing.

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americantheaterweb.com:
Berserker, perhaps the most epic of
works seen so far at
the
[New York International] Fringe [Festival], offers its own kind
of discreet charm.
SF
Weekly:
Some shows [at the San Francisco Fringe Festival] aren't serious,
but others are real and provocative works of
exploration, like Paul Outlaw's Berserker,
a one-man show about Nat Turner, Jeffrey Dahmer, race, and homosexuality.
Juxtaposing a cannibalistic serial killer like Dahmer with a murderous
anti-slavery insurrectionist like Turner may seem bizarre, but
the notion behind it -- which Outlaw never mentions in the show
-- is that both men exhibited "berserker" tendencies.
Berserkers were Scandinavian warriors who lapsed into a trancelike
frenzy on the battlefield. Working from texts both killers left
behind (along with other writing by Essex Hemphill and Samuel
R. Delany, as well as stories from Outlaw's own life), Outlaw
maps the dark intersection between violence and sexual frenzy.
Berserker
is not for the fainthearted. And it sounds self-indulgent. In
lesser hands the show would be insufferable, but Outlaw is a seasoned
performer who's mounted shows in New York, Berlin, and L.A.; his
control here is formidable. On a plastic-covered stage he drifts
between personas, from

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the
country-Southern voice
of
Turner,
describing his long rampage with a small army of slaves through
the homes of
white people in Virginia (in August 1831), to the warped
and sullen-voiced Dahmer, talking about meeting black boys in
and around Milwaukee, taking them home, killing them with a barbell,
and packing their meat in the fridge.
Outlaw also
describes his own sexual coming-of-age in the '70s. He gives a
cheeky description of his first blow job, at 14, and the older
man who seduced him: "If we'd been caught, George would have
been arrested for child molestation. But I wanted him to touch
me."
And later,
even more chillingly, he says, "I was a tall, skinny, twentysomething
black man," like most of Dahmer's victims. If Outlaw had
wandered through Milwaukee in the early '80s, "Chances are
I would have ended up in Jeffrey Dahmer's refrigerator."
Outlaw performs
mostly naked. He takes a meat tenderizer to three big tomatoes
and a knife to bulging Hefty sacks filled with strips of newspaper,
movie popcorn, and what looks like shredded beets. Near the end
of the show his stage is an unholy mess of those things and some
kind of green goo. Then, amid this colorful wreckage, he picks
up a microphone and gives a frank, cabaret-style confession about
living in Berlin as a gay black American during the 1980s. This
confession is the weakest part of the show, if only because Outlaw
is such a talented actor that it's a shame to watch him stop acting.
But even with the final speech his performance holds up as a provocative
trip through racial rage, murder, and lust, to that still point
where it's possible even for an outcast like him to feel human
-- and American -- again.

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