Ghosties and Ghoulies and Long-Legged Beasties and…

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Review by Sander Gusinow

There’s nothing campier than a festival of Halloween plays. Horrorfests aren’t something desired every day, but when you’re in the mood for it, nothing else will suffice. (They’re a bit like pizza in that regard) White Rabbit Productions’ ‘Things That Go Bump in the Night’ is a gleeful event in every sense. When your emcees are a singing, energetic melange of Elvira, Igor, and Rod Serling, you know you’re in for the trickiest of treats.

The shows that actually try to be scary are dead on arrival (horror is not the theatre’s raison d’etre) but the horrocomedic fare is splendid in it’s fearless degree of bombasity. Christopher Lockheardt’s ‘Not Funny’ in which an agitated woman righteously guts her flippantly jokey boyfriend, harkens pleasingly to the Grand Guignol. 1527031_10152342806021567_2184124993226267310_n
‘The Greenhouse’ is perhaps the evening’s wittiest instalment; two under-prepared kidnappers get more than they bargained for when they capture their bosses’ reclusive daughter.
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‘The Monster Seated Next to Me’ by Steve Korbar gets closest to a genuine fright. In it, a vampire (Jay Michaels under the not-so-private-joke pen name of Frank Carandini) accosts a Twilight-obsessed Millennial on the subway. For all it’s jabs at our culture’s vampire explosion, the play constantly flirts with a familiar fear: ‘Just what could happen if I met a psycho on the Subway?’

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The evening is rounded out in splendid fashion with ‘Fang’ by Alex Dremann. In it, a garish vampire ( Ben Rezendes) visit a beautiful dentist (LIli Klein) when his fangs won’t protract. Yes it’s a metaphor for erectile dysfunction. Yes it’s utterly hilarious.

The variety show is peppered with musical numbers by the ghoulish emcees, a raffle, and as many horror zingers as you can get wrap your claws around. Sadly, no Cthulhu plays to speak of, but hey, there’s always next year. And I’ll be watching (ominously and hidden, of course).

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