On my third trip to see Evil Dead, The Musical, I finally had tickets in the first row of the splatter zone. The seats are covered in plastic and the audience up front is wild. The cast litterally thows the blood at the audience, and I happened to be seated near the trap door/blood fountain. Now, I may not have been the one who got hit by the most blood, but I got it pretty good. It was a lot of fun, and I recommend the experience.
Below is a picture of me and my friend, Joy Katz, the poet. You can see the results of the splatter on our shirts. (Check out the hand print on my shoulder. Can you sue a Candarian demon for assault?) Even in jaded Manhattan, I got a few stares on my way home. One from a cop, who I thought was about to stop me and ask where all the blood was from. Click here to read my original review of Evil Dead, The Musical.
