Pi-pi-pitter patter
Those middle school choose-your-own-adventure books gave the genre a bad rep. Julio Cortázar’s novel, Rayuela, is pretty amazing if you have the patience for nearly 600 pages of stream of consciousness fiction. Last night, my mind and heart nearly exploded at Sleep No More, an interactive performance of Macbeth set in the historic McKittrick Hotel. My pulse was already heightened at the coat check and my sis and I gripped each other for the first 5 minutes. After a couple of hours of wandering around taxidermy-filled rooms following actors from floor to floor, I stumbled upon an intense strobe-lit dance scene that will likely haunt my dreams forever. When a drop of fake blood splattered onto my hand from the naked goat-headed man, I realized that this was the most phenomenal piece of live entertainment I’ve seen.
Luckily, that damned spot came off easily. If this is the direction theater’s going in, I might need a heart transplant. Bloody brilliant!
