Epigraph:
Gloria may well be a love song to the great women who act on our stages, who we call upon to embody the imaginative state of our nation. But the play is also a symptom of the time we are in—a greedy time, a selfish, self-centred, vain, fearful, frantic, unstable time in which we cling so hard to anything that can make us feel connected to other people, anything that can feel real. Gloria is not a portrait of an actor, it is a portrait of us, one we are desperately trying to deny. Sometimes it takes an Australian on the other side of the planet [expatriate director and writer Benedict Andrews] to see us for what we are becoming. —Lee Lewis