I’d been wanting to see Sleep No More for ages, so I was thrilled to learn it’d be our company holiday event! ‘What in Hecate’s name is Sleep No More? A dance-theater horror show? A wordless, nonlinear mash-up of Macbeth and the darker psychosexual corners of Hitchcock? A six-story Jazz Age haunted house for grown-ups and anyone who’s ever entertained sick cineast-y fantasies of living inside a Kubrick movie? ’Tis all these, and more.’
Every detail, every dark corner, every sound was conceived with great specificity and meaning.
It’s a feast for the senses. I mean, I popped in to the sweet shop on floor four and had a nosh before continuing onward after Macduff!
By the end of the evening, I was covered in champagne and fake blood, but it was among the more electrifying theatrical pieces I’d experienced in some time. Go!
