Tales to Terrorize: A Night of Memorable Mayhem, at The Devil's Carnival
"A Night of Memorable Mayhem, at The Devil’s Carnival: My Review of the Movie"
I decided to give this devilishly devious/delicious little flick a try, last evening at The Music Box Theatre, and I must say I am very pleased that I did. The first installment, in what is to be an ongoing series of creative works by masterminds Darren Lynn Bousman and Terrance Zdunich; I am anxious to see the next one already. A tragic tale of poor John, who chooses to end it all; the pain of the loss of his boy, too great to bare… and so the journey through the carnival begins. So lost, is John, in search for his boy… his troubles heavy and laden, upon his brow. I don’t want to ruin the flick, for those have yet to see it, so I will move onto the cast of mad marauding merry-men/maidens…
One of my favorite aspects of all of these characters, or “Carnies” as they have been dubbed, is how creative and well thought out they were. The theme of a carnival, was a perfect way to depict hell, if there ever was one… nothing more frightening than a bunch of acts depicting your demise, all while smiling at your supremely agonizing torture; for sure, a correct depiction of hell. From my favorite, Painted Doll, to Lucifer himself… there is a character to satisfy everyone’s worst nightmares…
The best surprise, well, is the ending… you won’t see that one coming! Yes, Lucifer in an act of revenge, will beguile you with his decision. Oh yes, at first you will think it is pity or empathy… yes, for a moment I truly thought it was mercy, then to realize Lucifer’s true plot; a stray bullet, to infiltrate the ranks. A story as old as the Trojan War (i.e. hint, hint).
No, no my friends… not all fables end with a sweet kiss of happiness, or a prince riding off into the sunset with his princess; no, this is not tales for the “Disney of heart”, my friends (my pun on the light/faint of heart). With that said, I hope you choose the dare…
While V.I.P. tickets may already be gone, the remaining shows are selling out fast… make sure to get your tickets quick, before you miss your chance to join the war. What war, you might ask…? Silly, as if you didn’t know; the one your already in…
“A Night of Memorable Mayhem, at The Devil’s Carnival: The post-show merch and signing extravaganza”
As if an amazing movie wasn’t enough, Darren, Emilie, and Terrance stayed late into the evening doing post-show signings and talking with the fans. Although the wait was long, I knew it would be worth it.
Terrance was quick to pose the question, “Do I know you from somewhere… you look familiar?”. To which I replied, in a state of confusion, “I Tweet @ParisHilton alot…”. *Sidenote: Why can I just talk like I do when I write? I write so smooth and sophisticated, and when it comes time to talk, I screw it all up (I notice when I drink, I don’t seem to have this problem…).
Darren was a quick hi and a handshake… I sense he is alot like myself, a bit of an introvert. I made sure to congratulations on producing a successful movie; I really think he did quite a bit of work, from the planning to the execution (and while it was filmed in 7 days, I find it better than some major releases that cost millions).
I am not going to lie… I went to see my Painted Doll, Emilie Autumn. In fact, she is how I found out about it, in the first place. Being a huge fan of her creative writing and music, this was a natural pursuit of my creative curiosity. It seems every time I try to see this lovely woman, something happens to prevent me from doing so (grandma gets sick an goes to the hospital, people vandalizes my car, etc.).
Tonight, it finally happened… I will admit, for being someone so well thought out on paper, I froze; choked. All the things I wanted to say vanished from my mind, and all I could possibly do is stare into her eyes… all I could muster was, “Could you please sign my book, it has been a great shining light in a very dark world…” (I, of course, was referring to The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls). No, I didn’t tell her I read it two times… I didn’t tell her how amazing she was… I didn’t speak with her about the way it has changed me, or how beautiful her music and poetry are. Even the great strength I have gained, in coming to learn of her experience/story… silly me, so nervous.
Maybe I was just too lost in those eyes, my empathic abilities focused to a diamond like accuracy on her. Perhaps what I was more interested in, was her emotions… you see, words are just that; words. The emotions I obtained from her, I will never forget that. Some things cannot be said, but rather experienced. I couldn’t hear anything but her voice, and in that moment, it was just her and I.
She was exited I had brought her book… told me I had beautiful eyes, and was full of compliments; and all I could do, was be humbled. I shook terrible nervous, to be able to touch the person physically, who has touched my heart with her words. Did she feel this from me; did I even need to tell her, or could she see it? All I can help but do is wonder now… perhaps next time I will be able to muster up the courage to tell her exactly how I feel. Our conversation ended with I will see you again soon, to which I replied, “I really hope so…”. You see, this is where I should have told her we are kindred spirits and that I madly love her… I hope, somehow, she was able to feel that emotion in my eyes; the ones I could not bring myself to breathe before her.
"My nights in Chicago never end without a little tragedy, which serves to further entertain me"
Well, I left the theatre feeling like a million dollars, still on an adrenaline buzz from finally speaking with the single human I have always wished to converse with… and you guessed it, there it was. $150 dollar ticket, because my bumper was slightly into someones driveway (~8-10”), and the real icing on the cake, someone keyed my new 2010 Camaro RS! Woohoo! Can you say ~$2000 is going to go bye bye to repair that one? I would have rather of given this total to Darren, Emilie, and Terrance, over a body shop and the Chicago Police Dept., that is for sure! Regardless of this, I said, “Whatever” and laughed at it, in true inmate asylum style. Why? I wasn’t going to let some Joe ruin the fact that I had just been in the presence of my Enchant faerie princess, turned F.L.A.G. raging unicorn. What is the lesson that this teaches? Try not to care too much what others will do, but don’t stop caring for others. Still totally worth it… finally met Emilie <3