Amazing fight choreography.
The naked chicken dance.
The blood sacrifice in the 3rd act is worth the price of admission—which is YOUR SOUL.
Once again, they have forgotten to give root beer to every audience member. This must be rectified immediately and retroactively.
Also, the acting made me stab myself in the eyes.
And apparently a blind dalmatian wrote it.
There were not enough 90’s band references.
This play must be destroyed. No copy of it can be allowed to remain.
Those who performed in the preview must be washed clean of their sins, at whatever cost to the rest of our morality.
The theatre must be burned to the ground, its ashes spread to the far ends of the world, and no mention of this play must ever be made again.
I will be picketing outside its front doors after I see it again.