Thursday brought this year’s closing Players Pub Second Thursday Spoken Word Series, co-sponsored by the Bloomington Writers Guild with radio play performances of Lucille Fletcher’s SORRY, WRONG NUMBER; Ray Bradbury’s IT BURNS ME UP!; and, by William S. Burroughs, THE JUNKY’S CHRISTMAS.  This has become somewhat of a tradition, having been the offering last year as well (see December 15 2017), and was followed by an open mike session which, due to a bothersome sore throat, I opted not to join in this time.  The plays, however, were good and I’d especially wanted to hear the Bradbury one again.
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But that was not all for the gala pre-Christmas theatrical weekend.  Friday I managed to cop the one remaining unsold ticket for a local production of EVIL DEAD:  THE MUSICAL, unfortunately for the Saturday afternoon matinee (Saturday evening was the last performance and it, and Friday night, were sold out) which, today being local “S.C.I.F.I.” writers critique day, meant I had to plan to leave the meeting early.  But not to worry, my story on the docket could wait until January — and at least the sore throat hadn’t gotten (much) worse.
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This is the play that asks the question at only about the second scene, “five teenagers break into a mysterious abandoned cabin in the woods for spring break, and nobody knows where they are.  What could possibly go wrong?”  The play based on the three EVIL DEAD movies, the answer is quite a bit, and quite hilariously, with special honors to the character of Ash’s smarter sister Cheryl, who is also first victim, spending most of the play locked in the cabin’s cellar while still conveying, sometimes by facial expression alone, the sheer manic joy of now being evil.  And then there were the disposable ponchos sold in the lobby — for protection if splashed by stage blood of which there was a lot.  I, forewarned, bought one and sat in the first row, thus being immersed not just in the drama but some of the special effects as well.