So we saw Evil Dead: The Musical last night. It was fabulous. Total camp, solid in-jokes. But still amusing enough that my mother-in-law, who has never seen any of the movies, laughed uproariously and adored it. There are bad puns, and severed limbs, and a great moose head that sings, and ponchos handed to the first three rows because they end up gratuitously drenched in stage blood, and a lead actress with the most perfect abs I've ever seen. Ash sings one song in which he literally gurgles because of the blood spraying into his mouth. Everyone's covered in blood at the end. Fun for the whole family. After all, how can you not like a musical with the song "What the...(Fuck Was That)?"
It was also kind of cool because that was one of the first plays I've been to where the audience was predominantly male and 20-something. Good for the producers for figuring out what would bring people to the theater who don't normally go.
It was also kind of cool because that was one of the first plays I've been to where the audience was predominantly male and 20-something. Good for the producers for figuring out what would bring people to the theater who don't normally go.