Not Al. Blood. This weekend I had the pleasure of attending Evil Dead, the musical. Little did I know what this would entail. Fake blood and head sawing abounded. Yet, it was funny and people were cheering for more. I had to ask myself, what exactly about the amputation of limbs by a rusty old chainsaw is funny? Is it because it would never really happen that way, because I am sure somewhere that it has. Was it because people came out of the woodwork with awesome feathered mullets who paid good money to sit in the "Splatter Zone"? Or was it that the intermission music was all heavy metal, totally awesome, hair band ballads, which I may add, the general audience LOVED. Not loved, like I love them, but real love, like this is the real shit man, the roots of rock kind of love. Air drumming, air guitar, lip syncing, foot stomping, horn throwing, head banging, awe-inspired disbelief that something this good could exist kind of love. You know, the kind of unbridled love you feel after a suitcase of PBR's when Poison rocks the jukebox. I do not know the answer, but it sure was beautiful. This curiously evil picture is one of my favorites....
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Glad to hear it was everything we expected. By the way, I think every place should have a "Splatter Zone."
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