The Haunt’s massive cast (well into the triple digits) was quite a vocal lot. Split pretty distinctly between pop-scarers and extended frighteners, we encountered a wide variety of dialogue. Though ad-libbing wasn’t this cast’s particular strong-suit, there were still a lot of memorable, sustained interactions. The most interactive, chance encounter with a benevolent mystic near the beginning of our journey, quickly devolved into a significantly creepier exchange after our host was overtaken by an unwelcome spirit. Was it something we said??
Interestingly, the rest of the cast of Exhumed was strongly female-dominated and they put forth the best-combined performance of the four attractions. Along with Deranged, they offered the greatest amount of significant verbal exchanges, albeit with more sinister offerings than the latter. Excellent at transfixing themselves in preparation of perfect scare-timing, and equipped with a broad array of diaphragm hot-stepping, we were drawn in by their haunting countenances.
There was a collection of enjoyable performances within Deranged, but those were of a different color than its predecessor. Tommy Telephone was the exemplary performance, squawking effervescent psycho-babble about an ill-fated assistant until we were out of sight. The line-splitter at the beginning and a pseudo-receptionist just after her also offered us wonderfully-energetic nonsense.
A trend began within Deranged of actors occasionally shuffling by us without paying much attention to our passing, as well as an odd proclivity toward mumbling their lines with no further interaction thereafter. It wasn’t terrible, but happened a few too many times.
Immortuous didn’t fare as well. Excluding a few brief sections of Deranged, it contained our first considerations of ‘maybe this area could use a few more actors’, and the quality and interactivity of the cast dropped from the previous attractions as well. An actor near the end with a unique, prolonged, nasally emanation stuck out as its strongest performance.
The Haunt, overall, was well-equipped with intentionally absurd or humorous ‘scares.’ We were forbade from consuming laundry detergent, reprimanded for peeping in on a personal cleansing, warned about a future, furry bed-mate, and even managed to stumble into a poor monster’s alone time atop the porcelain throne. Each of these actors delivered their punchlines well.
The Bayou’s residents were significantly less talkative than the other attractions but did make up for it with some emphatic growling and a few instances of forebodingly-anticipatory dialogue concerning the theme of the haunt.
We did also note that, though the characterizations did vary greatly between attractions, inner-attraction variety could have been better. The gals of Exhumed all played very similar roles, as did the occupants of Deranged, etc. We would have liked to have seen a broader selection of roles across all four attractions.
The pop scarers were mostly good, hitting their marks (usually from behind some form of panel) and then disappearing back into the set displays.
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