The publicity for The Horror Show makes an impressive range of promises: pornography, twisted magic, and 98% historical accuracy standing out strongly among them. Written, directed, and produced by Anya Sapozhnikova of the House of Yes, The Horror Show may not make good on all of its boasts, but it is an enjoyable evening.
Plot wizardry this isn’t–the show centers around a love triangle gone sour. Complicated questions of character development are neither asked, nor answered. Instead, the performers demand a great deal of their bodies. Impressive aerials by Anya and fellow Lady Circus alum Jordann Baker are beautifully paired with earth-bound dances choreographed by Brett Lord. (Lord also plays the man at the center of the love triangle, lucky guy).
The suicide motif ran a little too true when, mere moments after a dummy resembling one of the performers was dropped from a high balcony, another performer fell from a mis-rigged rope. To her credit, not only did she reassure the audience that she was fine, but she also made a smooth recovery and returned to finish the show. Professionalism: 100; death: 0.
It may not live up to its title, but The Horror Show certainly delivers. The haunting height of the theater space–an old, Bushwick brewery–and the performers’ amazing costumes make up for any thin spots in the story. For the most part, the audience seemed too astounded by the series of physical feats to require much more, proving that real life talent reads better than trumped up theatricality.
The Horror Show
One more night only!
Friday, October 29; doors at 8 PM, show at 9
Dansbro Brewery, 260 Meserole Street
Tickets $25 (just a few walk-up tickets remaining)
Featuring the Stumblebum Brass Band
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