Shortlisted for the Amnesty International Freedom of Expression Award 2013 at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival, 2013.
Seamlessly blending the personal and the political, Grounded tells the story of a hot-rod F16 fighter pilot whose unexpected pregnancy ends her career in the sky. Repurposed to flying remote-controlled drones in the Middle East from an air-conditioned trailer near Vegas, the Pilot struggles through surreal twelve-hour shifts far from the battlefield, hunting terrorists by day and being a wife and mother by night. A tour de force play for one actress, Grounded flies from the heights of lyricism to the shallows of workaday existence, targeting our assumptions about war, family, and the power of storytelling.
In this taut/searing/gutwrenching/insightful (delete as applicable) one-act play, a female fighter pilot discovers she's pregnant, and, on returning from maternity leave, is told she can no longer fly jets. She's going to have to move to Nevada and join the Chair Force, as I learned it was called, to remote-pilot drones instead. It's a terrible job. She heads off each day to work a 12 hour shift tracking potential terrorists in Afghanistan, watching them on her TV monitor and trying to decide whether to take them out. It turns out that some of these terrorists have families, just like her! And, you know,
Poor thing! Though articles like the one I just read make me suspect that the people on the other end of this particular relationship are having an even worse time. Incredible as it may sound.
In George Brandt’s one-woman play Grounded, currently (2024) a high-tech opera, American fighter pilot Jess gets pregnant while on R&R. Jess is a self-described G-force freak and loves sorties. After giving birth and setting up a family, Jess reports back to work to learn she’s been reassigned. She’ll be piloting drones remotely. This is unacceptable to her after all her training, but she has no choice and obeys orders.
Jess’s combat skills are overhauled to guiding thirty-million-dollar Reaper Drones from a top clearance trailer in the Nevada desert with nothing around. The plot twist. Jess never minded administering death in a Falcon jet. Her moral crisis happens at a desk, on a computer, with a joystick and precision satellites.
Reading a play like this, a devised one-woman show, is always a bit difficult. There's not a lot of written direction to help provide a framework to visualize a performance-- at least that's kind of how I feel as a person which very little theatre background. Instead, the structure invited me to read this piece like a poem. I found myself rereading sections, turning over the words in my head carefully, tracing the increasingly strange, sad, grey world. I think it's fitting to treat this like an epic-- the Pilot herself invites this reading, comparing her journey to and from war to Odysseus if he came home every day.
On one hand, it feels very timely to read this piece now as the US ends its 20 year war in Afghanistan and many people will be returning home (or are home) bringing the war with them. On the other hand, it's hard to read this and not think of the scars and trauma left in the desert that Brant's Pilot surveils.
The Pilot's fixation on surveillance sticks strongly in my mind for so many reasons. It's hard not to read about the constant watching military-aged men in the desert, and not think about how that is reflected in the US, not only in malls but in inner-cities and neighborhoods. While Brant's Pilot focuses on the 'eye in the sky' in casinos and shopping malls, there's a distinct and intentional parallel between the policing of Black communities in the US and the war on brown communities abroad. But then-- maybe that's on me for assuming the Pilot's whiteness. Being followed by a shopping mall security camera or watched by your boss at work certainly means something different for non-white people in the US.
This play (now also an opera) is the flip side of Top Gun. The glamour and the glory of being a fighter pilot loses some of its glitz and glitter when the pilot is not witnessing the results of his work from way up in the wild blue yonder. Some allure is lost when instead the pilot has an up close look at the ghastliness of the impact of his job and a focused look at the faces of the innocent collateral damage he's destroying.
This is my first time reading a one woman show, and the down to earth language carried me throughout the story, and then the juxtaposition between her very beautifully descriptive language. Heart wrenching, clever, and I really enjoyed this!
While a play is always meant to be experienced live with an actor’s choices coloring the text, this is an amazing piece. Read it and understand that people sacrifice so much, including their sanity.
Read this to help me prep working on the new Opera that is based on the play. A great look a the personal complications with military service and the overall implications of the surveillance state.
A family, military, and historical drama all rolled into one. All three will leave a soulful trident mark on your brain when you’re finished. Life details, emotions, and histories floating around in the Pilot's head fly off the page in vivid detail, and even more so if you've seen the show live like me. For a one-person play, it's Krapp's Last Tape level of quality and thoughtfulness. I can't help feel that it's a little melodramatic at times. If the play explored the Pilot's clear PTSD a little bit more rather than creating a fractured psyche out of thin air, I feel like it would have expressed a more complex character and tone. The speech at the end sounds like a less angry/delusional conspiracy theorist line, but it makes sense if we look at the play as an analysis of the complex world of modern technology. But I don't see how that fits in with the emotions, the PTSD, or the odd circumstances the Pilot is in. There are weird disconnects in theme that prevent the play from compelling perfection, but its very compelling at that.
Packs a wallop! Strong and terse, like the single character who inhabits this play. I never felt I was reading (watching, in my mind's eye) a one-person play. I felt the presence of many others throughout.
The script concerns a female fighter pilot who finds herself grounded for reasons I won't give away here. She grapples with her new status, even as her personal status changes. Life for her is both enriched and impoverished, as she finds herself enlightened and decompensating at once.
Good for you, Mr. George Brant for writing such a fine stage piece! And thank you.
Powerful, unusual, relevant, a personal narrative of military experience that builds and builds to an explosive psychological conclusion.
Sparse with very little punctuation, wide open. Would love to see it performed. A great example of a single-person play, dynamic and compelling. Tragic, individual, modern war story.
Heart-wrenching and topical play about a woman drone pilot and her court martial for refusing to take out a terrorist leader while a child was in the vicinity.
Short verse told story about an American fighter Pilot who comes back from her pregnancy to a world of combat where drones have overtaken air combat. Interesting and contemporary read.