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Sleep No More, by Punchdrunk/Emursive
I... you know, I really wanted to review Sleep No More. Reviewing things is kind of what I do instead of diary entries, as it were -- a little marker that I existed on Saturday, March 26 and went to something called Sleep No More and here was what I was thinking. I pretty much count my existence between things I review, even restaurants on Yelp. So I spent a lot of time thinking about a few cogent paragraphs on this one.
I don't have them. I really don't. It was amazing -- the most amazing piece of theater I've ever seen, and not from a dearth of theater, either. All I can say is that it was Macbeth meets Silent Hill meets House of Leaves meets a text adventure meets the Jazz Age meets "they try to separate us" scrawled in red lipstick on my left arm in desperation for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
relia sans my personal effects, writing utensils, paper, or ability to talk. All I can say is that you ever get the chance to see it, the $75 is more than worth it, provided you have walking shoes, an appreciation for mystery and horror, and a strong stomach.
I mean it about the strong stomach. It's the scariest thing I've ever seen, and I like good horror. I don't mean it was the kind of good horror I could appreciate from afar. I mean it was the kind of good horror that drove me to write a desperate message on my left arm in lipstick because it seemed like life-and-death importance at the time. I don't recommend it to anyone who has a genuine psychological reaction to horror and scary situations, because it's a two-hour $75 terrifying situation. I'm pretty sure I've been ruined for haunted house attractions and video games. None of them are going to be Sleep No More. Anyway, I have nothing else to say on the matter, just: go go go.
I don't have them. I really don't. It was amazing -- the most amazing piece of theater I've ever seen, and not from a dearth of theater, either. All I can say is that it was Macbeth meets Silent Hill meets House of Leaves meets a text adventure meets the Jazz Age meets "they try to separate us" scrawled in red lipstick on my left arm in desperation for
relia sans my personal effects, writing utensils, paper, or ability to talk. All I can say is that you ever get the chance to see it, the $75 is more than worth it, provided you have walking shoes, an appreciation for mystery and horror, and a strong stomach.I mean it about the strong stomach. It's the scariest thing I've ever seen, and I like good horror. I don't mean it was the kind of good horror I could appreciate from afar. I mean it was the kind of good horror that drove me to write a desperate message on my left arm in lipstick because it seemed like life-and-death importance at the time. I don't recommend it to anyone who has a genuine psychological reaction to horror and scary situations, because it's a two-hour $75 terrifying situation. I'm pretty sure I've been ruined for haunted house attractions and video games. None of them are going to be Sleep No More. Anyway, I have nothing else to say on the matter, just: go go go.