So, on Monday, Nick asked if I was doing anything on Wednesday night. Well, it’s my usual study night, but other than that… no. So he asked me to set some time aside as he had plans for us. Alrighty then.
So I picked him up from work and we wandered along Granville St as I tried to figure out where we were going. Then I looked up at the marquee for the Vogue theatre, saw the Evil Dead: The Musical sign, and …
omg, YAY!
It was fucking awesome. I haven’t seen Evil Dead in 10 years at least (and sweet jesus, the first two were bloody awful… in an Awesome Way) but the musical manages to tie all three together quite nicely, with every catchy quote (“The twelve-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart’s top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That’s right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Retails for about a hundred and nine ninety five. It’s got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That’s right. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. You got that!?”) included. And best of all, a wonderful arrangement of songs, such as “What the F*@k was That?” and “All the Men in My Life Keep Getting Killed by Candarian Demons” complete with wonderful choreography.
We were sadly not in the “Splatter Zone”, but they appeared to get, uh, splattered to say the least. It’s Evil Dead, if there wasn’t gobs of gore, it just wouldn’t be right.
Overall? It fucking rocked. You need to go see it. It’s running until November 14. Go buy your tickets! (And try to get into the splatter zone!)