Do you like it hot? Crazy for passion? Do you crave a ride where your brain is plugged into a world that whispers into your veins to open up or you, too, will die? BLOOD, A VOODOOLOVESTORY is all that. Penned by the prolific creative hyphenate Michael Phillip Edwards, BLOOD, strikes a match to our ideals of love, marriage, and contracts we make to keep it up — the dream, that is. Here, opposites are attracting or repelling depending upon the humid, boiling truths and primal magnetics seared under their skin, propelling us into a fresh sway of love story. In a world so easy with the shake off, here, commitment isn’t even or question for us. Or is it? Maria Tomas and Phrederic Semaj are utterly and brilliantly possessed by their characters, (and an unusual, uncredited interloper), and the payoff is a much longer high than one’s typical randy romp of great fringe fun with snapping dialogue. A week later, I’m still glad for this love hangover and wondering if an exorcism has ever been this sexy. Go. Indulge. Hunger will have a whole new meaning for you.