The French Guy


After 50 years of disappointment, mediocrity and boredom, Peg can't stand the idea of 50 more. She and her two friends - Meg and Egg, who share a similar frustration with their pointless lives - agree that something needs to change and fast, and it had better be amazing.

Out of nowhere, hope appears in the form of an exotic, muscular and sexy French guy who arrives in town.

Each woman immediately knows: if there’s someone in the universe who can redeem her from a meaningless and empty existence, it’s that French guy (when he takes her away with him to Paris and gives her the excitement, love and passion she deserves).


Unfortunately for them, this is a comedy with absurd characteristics. No redemption here. Our three anti-heroines throw themselves at the French guy and try to win his heart, using all they’ve got. Which isn’t much. They don’t let any minor obstacles, like not speaking any French, or being married to idiots, get in their way. If that wasn’t enough, once they realize that they are competing with each other over the hot foreigner's heart, that awkward love-square situation escalates from “pretty embarrassing” to “total farce”.


When the inevitable heartbreak and disappointment arrive and the three are rejected by the Frenchman, who was only interested in them for psychological research purposes, the women - hurt, betrayed and feeling used join forces again to make sure justice is done. Or in other words, they decide to kill this interloper. Meanwhile, Burl, Plark and Lox - the dull, idiotic and lazy partners of the women - finally notice that something weird is going on with their ladies. Their fear of losing their wives and, more so, the fear of mere change leaves them no choice but to kill the French guy before he causes too much damage.


The French Guy is a one-act, 70 page, quirky, shameless, desperate absurdist comedy,  where there are no winners, no happy ends, and where having hope is the worst thing that could happen to you.