A man wanders onstage, a mad look above his riotous beard. Another man comes on, petrified with fear, not seeing the disturbing maniac. With lightning speed, the bearded man pounces and tears a massive gash in his victim’s neck. Blood shoots everywhere while the cannibal gargles his hideous laugh, gore oozing down his gullet.
It is felt – not in the sense of emotional depths or a tremor’s tactility, but in the sense of the soft fabric you buy at 7 bucks a yard at Michael’s. Yes, these aren’t men at all. They are flappy, mouth and rod, Muppet-style puppets.
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