…or so we were told by a frail and disturbed inmate, bleeding from her rear through a filthy hospital gown, intently whispering to our group as we waited to enter Nightmare: Superstition. This year’s theme is focused on superstitions and the fears that feed them, setting the haunted house in Bloomingdale's Lunatic Asylum. Visitors are instructed to follow the requests of the residents they encounter or suffer the consequences.
Nightmare: Superstition employs a wide variety of tricks and techniques to put its guests on edge, toying with four of the five senses, leaving only your nose free from drawing in the terror. Avoiding some of the problems from last year's manifestation, this creep show relies less on confrontational, in-your-face ghouls and more on ingenuity and craft. Creator/Artistic director Timothy Haskell and his creative team celebrate the limitations of this chosen theme, mining it for all its potential horrors.
Upfront confession: I've never particularly cared for Lillian Hellman's plays. To me they are unsubtle, cruel, obvious, and -- worst of all -- moralistic. That said, the New York Theatre Workshop production of The Little Foxes, directed by Ivo van Hove, does possess the merit of stripping the text down to its essence. We see, hear, feel the deep commitment of the characters to their fiercely hungry greed. From the moment they stride on stage, they take the space. The three Hubbard siblings -- Ben, Oscar, and Regina -- are the little foxes grown up, fighting for money and power, and licking their chops over imagined riches. There is no sub-text.