Sleep No More
My gentleman caller and I went to Sleep No More on Wednesday night, and I’ve been trying to figure out since then what exactly I should say about it apart from “go see it at once.” There’s no good way to describe it, except perhaps as some unholy conglomeration of Shakespeare and Silent Hill in a haunted house on mushrooms. It’s literally incredible, in the sense that I can hardly believe that there’s a 100-room immersive theatre version of Macbeth in the old Blood Manor space in Chelsea, and that it’s fucking wonderful.
My only advice for when you go, which you must, is that you should wear shoes you can run in and clothes you don’t mind covering in dust and sweat and stage blood. Bring cash for drinks and coat check, contacts instead of glasses if possible, don’t be afraid to split up from your companions, and consider taking a breather in the bar about halfway through.
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