The fun got rolling with a bunch of actors who were clearly having a blast themselves, and their pleasure was infectious. We enjoyed their lively performances, marked by big energy and an eagerness to go off the wall or over the top – which made the ones underplaying and doing more subtle characterizations even more affecting. Many of them peppered us with off-the-wall comments and improvised further based on our reactions.
The Bayou: Pig Boy took over the role of voodoo cabin table-setter in the absence of the voodoo queen that evening, explaining in an amusingly weird, squeaky voice and riffing on Mama Voodoo’s typical rhyming style, that she was “out snatching souls, but you’ve got me and that’s so much fun – now, for you, the curse has begun!” Pig Boy’s childlike demeanor, manic clapping and laughing, and jumping-up-and-down excitement over sending us out into the bog to get murdered added up to an irresistible personality and a fabulous start to the weirdness.
Grandma ordered us to take a seat at her table – over and over, until she was screaming it – and try some homemade maggot pie. Mmm-mm! The slaughter shed maniac slammed down a hammer with enough force to shatter bones while demanding our skin.
Lots of memorable characters populated the graveyard. A quiet lady in black beckoned us forth with a tiny little candle in hand. A vampire glided ninja-like through the maze-ish crypt area, surprising us again and again. A mourner, possibly a widow, asked: “Are you staying here with me forever? We’re not even married!”
The Entity: The doctor showed up repeatedly, fuming and fussing: asking us why we were disturbing the patients in the mental ward; in maternity, telling us “The babies need feeding and you’re the food”; and crying out, “Always fear, there’s a proctologist near!”
The maintenance worker channeled Oprah: “You lose a head, and you lose a head, and you lose a head!” A bendy person pretzeled their body onto a nursing station counter and sprouted before us at eye level.
A pregnant lady popped out a baby that bounced on the floor toward us, while another actor exploded into gales of deranged laughter. A clown in the psych ward, pasting lipstick all over their mouth, kept saying “I’m a clown” and following it up with a disturbing laugh, and nearby, a catatonic patient held a knife to their teddy bear’s throat.
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