Night of the Dead…Living
This horrorific tale
is written by Tony Burgess and directed by Gavin Hoffman. Based on a novel and rather good Indie film,
it is playing at their space, 2257 NW Raleigh St. (parking is a major challenge
in this area, so plan your time accordingly), through March 2nd. For more information, go to their site at www.cohoproductions.org or call 503-220-2646.
There is purportedly,
a small rural town in NW Oregon that has an infestation, of sorts, in which
people are found blathering nonsense and, like lemmings, seeming to follow each
other to a type of self-destruction (no, not Congress). At least, that’s what the local radio station
(KPPL, 660 on your listening dial) is posing.
Nestled in the basement of a church, they do have a rather unorthodox shock
jock, Grant Mazzy (rhymes with crazy).
The station is virtually the only real entertainment these farming folks
have in this quiet (usually) little village.
But now Grant (Todd
Van Voris) has gone too far, as his type of reporting has ranged from searching
for a lost cat to insisting there are hordes of people out there rioting and
actually (can you believe this) eating each other! His no-nonsense producer, Sydney (Christy
Bigelow), insists his imagination and thirst for recognition is getting the
best of him. Even a co-work, the
much-respected, war-veteran, Laurel Ann (Paige McKinney), can’t seem to rein
him in.
But, at least, they
can always switch to the ever-reliable, weather-copter reporter, Ken (Pat
Moran) to fill us in on the amazing cold snap we seem to be having. Although lately, he also seems to be losing
it, as he has just recently begun to report unusual numbers of individuals
ravaging the countryside. I think this
cold must have infected his brain, as he seems now to be a few flakes short of
a snowball. It is only when Grant has
the town’s very respected medical expert, Dr. Mendez (Jimmy Garcia), on the air
live, as a guest, that people began to sit up and take notice.
As best as I can make
out, the town-folk are infected by some type of virus and, evidently (now get
this), it is passed on by sound, certain words or, maybe, language, that
triggers this bug. So, if your loved
ones start slurring their words…talking nonsense, repeating
themselves…repeating themselves…and fixating on a certain word over and over
again, then head for the open range, buckaroo, for your in for a bumbling
tide. The Invasion has begun, so weaze
needs to building a wall to keep out this pirate…er, virus. It be spewing…spreading,
so witch out, u could be text! Silence
is Gordon, reminder….be daft and bilge that
wall…wall…wall…wall…wall…wall……..AHHHHHH…….!
This report was found at the front desk at CoHo. He added a note to it that remarked that Van
Voris, a master at any role, was a marvel as the shock jock. The rest of the cast was also quite convincing
and Hoffman, not only a fine actor himself, has managed to keep this production
at a heightened suspenseful level. And
kudos, too, to the lighting designer, Jennifer Lin, who was kept very busy, and
to the Violence Designer, the award-winning, Kirsten Mun.
This may not be for everybody but I recommend it. Please tell them Dennis sent you, if you do
choose to see it.
--DJS