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Can we Say Inappropriate?

Another branch of my language school is requiring senior students to perform in a highly inappropriate play.  The brother of the manager of the school seems to have the illusion that he's a world-famous TV director and producer.  He wrote this ridiculous play in Spanish because he doesn't speak a word of English.   And yes, he is paid for the script by the school.

The play is about a dysfunctional family.  There is spousal abuse, arguments and yelling.  The 13-year old in the class gets held by the neck and threatened by the father figure.   The father figure carouses with other women and brags about it.

Evidently, at the end, the father figure kills his wife, chops her up into pieces and serves her for dinner.  Maybe this is to someone he suspected was sleeping with her?  Because he says, "you ate her in real life, now you eat her again."    Can the machismo be any more overdone?

And here's the kicker:  the guy who is to play the father figure is the director of the main school in Loja.  He doesn't show up at rehearsals because he thinks he can wing it.

And the play is in Spanish!  Even if it was a good play, wouldn't a language school do a play in English so students can practice speaking English?  Am I missing something here?

The idiocy astounds me.

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  1. WTH??? That would never fly in the US. It would not even make it as a B rated movie. The parents actually let their children perform in this olay?

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  2. WTH??? That would never fly in the US. It would not even make it as a B rated movie. The parents actually let their children perform in this olay?

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