Satirical Comedy / Theatrical Show

An Evening at GOD's

Logline

A satirical-theatrical play-show where God, drinking beer between a TV and a papier-mâché globe, ridicules the absurdity of the world through humor, irony, and dramatic imagery, creating an evening that is both entertaining and thought-provoking.

Main Idea

To adapt an early and little-known mini-play by Stephen King for modern times, raising sharp questions about order and chaos by adding original conceptual inserts, fresh humor, and metaphors to highlight the paradoxes of the world and the cyclical nature of contemporary existence.

Concept

The show consists of short scenes: God, who is sitting, drinking beer, and talking to the TV, is approached by his colleagues, apostles, or other heavenly subordinates with documents, clarifications, or requests, distracting him from his favorite comedy shows. Each dialogue is quick and witty, ending with a signature or a resolved request.

The finale is always the same: annoyed by human triviality, God vents his frustration on the globe. This triggers micro-scenes of catastrophes — from comical to tragic: tsunamis, earthquakes, riots, wars. Video inserts emphasize the grotesqueness of the divine comedy.

The structure is cyclical: new visitors, new requests, but the conclusion remains unchanged — God is tired of Earth, and it is better to return to watching entertaining content. This creates the effect of an endless loop.

The style and atmosphere are like a fever dream: Franz Kafka meets Monty Python, where absurd bureaucracy intertwines with black humor and the grotesqueness of a divine cabaret.

Original Play

Characters

• GOD
• ST. PETER

DARK STAGE. Then a spotlight hits a papier-mache globe, spinning all by itself in the middle of darkness. Little by little, the stage lights COME UP, and we see a bare-stage representation of a living room: an easy chair with a table beside it (there’s an open bottle of beer on the table), and a console TV across the room. There’s a picnic cooler-full of beer under the table. Also, a great many empties. GOD is feeling pretty good. At stage left, there’s a door.

GOD — a big guy with a white beard — is sitting in the chair, alternately reading a book ("When Bad Things Happen to Good People") and watching the tube. He has to crane whenever he wants to look at the set, because the floating globe (actually hung on a length of string, I imagine) is in his line of vision.

There’s a sitcom on TV. Every now and then GOD chuckles along with the laugh-track.

There is a knock at the door.

GOD (big amplified voice): Come in! Verily, it is open unto you!

The door opens. In comes ST. PETER, dressed in a snazzy white robe. He’s also carrying a briefcase.

GOD: Peter! I thought you were on vacation!

ST. PETER: Leaving in half an hour, but I thought I’d bring the papers for you to sign. How are you, GOD?

GOD: Better. I should know better than to eat those chili peppers. They burn me at both ends. Are those the letters of transmission from hell?

ST. PETER: Yes, finally. Thank GOD. Excuse the pun.

He removes some papers from his briefcase. GOD scans them, then holds out his hand impatiently. ST. PETER has been looking at the floating globe. He looks back, sees GOD is waiting, and puts a pen in his outstretched hand. GOD scribbles his signature. As he does, ST. PETER goes back to gazing at the globe.

ST. PETER: So Earth’s still there, huh? After all these years.

GOD: Yes, the housekeeper is the most forgetful bitch in the universe.

An EXPLOSION OF LAUGHTER from the TV. GOD cranes to see. Too late.

GOD: Damn, was that Alan Alda?

ST. PETER: It may have been, sir – I really couldn’t see.

GOD: Me, either.

He leans forward and crushes the floating globe to powder.

GOD (immensely satisfied): There. Been meaning to do that for a long time. Now I can see the TV.

ST. PETER (looks sadly at the crushed remains of the earth): Umm... I believe that was Alan Alda’s world, GOD.

GOD: So? (Chuckles at the TV) Robin Williams! I LOVE Robin Williams!

ST. PETER: I believe both Alda and Williams were on it when you...umm...passed Judgement, sir.

GOD: Oh, I’ve got all the videotapes. No problem. Want a beer?

As ST. PETER takes one, the stage-lights begin to dim. A spotlight comes up on the remains of the globe.

ST. PETER: I actually sort of liked that one, GOD – Earth, I mean.

GOD: It wasn’t bad, but there’s more where that came from. Now – let’s drink to your vacation!

They are just shadows in the dimness now, although it’s a little easier to see GOD, because there’s a faint nimbus of light around his head. They clink bottles. A roar of laughter from the TV.

GOD: Look! It’s Richard Pryor! That guy kills me! I suppose he was...

ST. PETER: Ummm... yessir.

GOD: Shit. (Pause) Maybe I better cut down on my drinking. (Pause) Still... It WAS in the way.

Fade to black, except for the spotlight on the ruins of the floating globe.

ST. PETER: Yessir.

GOD (muttering): My son got back, didn’t he?

ST. PETER: Yessir, some time ago.

GOD: Good. Everything’s hunky-dory, then.

THE SPOTLIGHT GOES OUT.

(Author’s note: GOD’S VOICE should be as loud as possible.)