I've always kinda had a soft spot for good, old fashioned radio programs.
I think it must have come from listening to the Drama Hour on long road-trips late into the night when I was growing up.
Stories full of mysteries, detectives and cowboys all playing front and center right there in the back seat of the suburban.
Pretty great.
That's why Mortal Fools production of
was such a treat.
It was what I'm going to call "radio theatre,"
and it was an adaptation of Orson Welles 1938 radio broadcast of Bram Stroker's original novel.
Lets start with the local:
Creepy castle up on the hill.
Behind an actual mental institution.
Late at night.
Check.
Inside the venue:
Dark,
drafty
and intimate.
Check.
They were pretty fabulous,
but the troop's foley-artists were by far my favorite:
How do I get that job??
(yes, she's clapping coconut shells together to sound like horse's hooves and he's blowing across the top of a glass jug to sound like the wind)
P.S. They're doing a production of The Glass Menagerie in the spring.
I pretty sure I remember hating that book in middle school, but if it's this good...I might just have to go see it anyways.
