Rainy day blues

The weekend has been spent trying to scare people with Call of Cthulhu. Despite using a few technical tricks of interference, impressive power point trickery and some dodgy lighting, the scariest points were the basic real happenings. Expectations of clever tricks blind people to the corporeal - banging on the windows and doors by several people outside was by far the most effective way of making the audience shriek. They were also totally unprepared for the audience member to stand up at the end and shoot the actor. Horrific, but not supernatural. Brilliant. I am mainly impressed by this production because of its meta-theatricality. The audience are ushered out of the theatre via the fire escape by shocked and panicked security guards. They are chased away from the theatre. Some stopped in the street and waited for more action. The lines of where the piece ended, of what was real and what was theatre were blurred. The Estates van driving in just as people were leaving confused even the actors, who thought that this was arranged by the director. It wasn't.






Anyone interested in the continuing saga of the shoes - I have yet to pick them up. I have lost the ticket. I'm not sure the cobbler will let me have them. I'm rather scared to go and ask...