Fear Forest had good cast coverage during our visit. A sizable number of bodies – live, dead, or undead – came out to meet us and were evenly split between the four attractions, relative to their respective lengths.
We observed energetic, demonstrative performances and reasonable levels of interactiveness throughout, save a few exceptions on the hayride. We heard some pedestrian dialogue of the Get out/What are you doing here/Fresh meat variety, but this was balanced out by choicer bits of wacky or unusual commentary.
Hayride: There were a couple actors who seemed a bit reluctant to engage, and in general we thought there were fewer wagon invaders than normal. But the super-manic clowns ran around like their green hair was on fire, and a swaggering trio of burlap sack-wearing hee-haws made themselves at home among the riders.
The proprietor of the Bonesaw Cafe surveyed us and declared, “Y’all smell like a good meal, ever had a barbecue like that?” Another cannibalistic creep told us they intended to take our ears, and a barbaric butcher whacked off the leg of a buzzsaw victim and threw it into a furnace or smoker. These hayride inhabitants sure seemed hungry for humans.
A caged victim screamed at us to stay away, and a Camp Crystal Lake counselor ran around the office yelling at us to watch out for him to come, but of course it was far too late for escape. Jason and Michael took turns doing slow slasher strides around the wagon and waving their weapons at riders.
Insane-a-tarium: Loud music and noises filled the house, limiting the opportunities for dialogue. Most creatures made their presence known with sudden aggressive movements, either silently or screamily. Most amusingly, a half-torso suspended on the wall cried out: “Give me my life back, don’t just leave me hanging here!”
Psycho Path: Quick-hit scenarios dominated here as marauders popped out for a fast scare, yell, or comment. A nut job invited us to join the collection of corpses in their trailer. Someone dragging around a body bag told us it was Earl; like the song says, Earl had to die. High on the funny meter, a skulker sheepishly admitted (in character) that they let us walk by because they’d expected people behind us that they intended to scare and vowed to do better next time.
Forbidden Cornfield: A dark figure taunted us for jumping at its reveal, the big meanie. An actor with a rather Tourette’s-ian presentation kept yelling out things in a compulsive manner. One that we caught was “Gonorhhea!” A scarecrow told us, “We shall take your eyeballs to make soup.” It’s nice to hear when someone has an actual plan for whatever body part of yours, they’re intent on grabbing. Otherwise, it seems like they might throw it away or something, and that’s just wasteful.
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