Phil C.
Yelp
*WARNING* - this review is more vulgar, bombastic, and hyperbolic than my usual offerings.
I used to relish coming here on field trips when I was growing up. It was so fun to walk around and see all the actors pretend they were pilgrims, see historical dwellings, see how other people lived, and learn about Native Americans from, well, Native Americans!
Then maturity and reality set in.
I went with my family (notably, my 7-year old nephew) here, hoping that nostalgia would be revived. What I got was mostly disappointment and a strong yearning to leave and never come back.
I'll start with the only significant positive of this historical site. The only reason why I didn't give this place a single star was because of the Native American area. The real-life Native Americans there were informative and seemed like they wanted to share their culture and the aspects of their lives. There were only two of them there that day (and one seemingly was on a lengthy bathroom break), which was a little disappointing. They were supported by a few support staff to answer questions, but I wasn't as impressed as I was when I was young.
Walking to the pilgrim stockade area, I conjured up pleasant memories when there were an abundance of convincing actors that played as 17th century pilgrims that were friendly but played the part well. First off, there were only 3-4 actors (or technically called "interpreters") there that day. Seriously, did plague and starvation already take out the population?
Secondly, I didn't know douche-baggery was a job requirement to be a pseudo-pilgrim. I took my nephew to see some chickens and one of the actresses yells, "Don't crowd them! Don't crowd them!" Him and I were at least 10 feet away and while my nephew wasn't bother by her, it annoyed me greatly that someone would yell at him that way. If the nephew wasn't listening and if my self-control wasn't engaged, this would have been the subsequent exchange...
Me: We're [expletive] 10 feet away and just looking at them. Why do you have to be such a [expletive] jerk?
Her: *looking shocked*
Me: Oh you know what I said, you [expletive] idiot. Don't give me that 17th century English acting [expletive]!
Seriously, I know you're here because you couldn't get a spot on Les Miz or "Wicked"...or that Yale didn't quite come calling for you to the history professor tenure track, but don't extend your misery on me. I just walked away and went into more houses that looked the same: dark, dank, and looking like they should be condemned.
Lastly, all of the separatist (pilgrims) actors lacked any sort of enthusiasm or energy. I know, I've worked Sunday afternoons in my past life and I want no part of it anymore, but show a freakin' heartbeat. What, did you guys forget to visit Ye Olde Starbucks prior to your shift?
The Craft Center is okay, and it's not a total negative. The candlemaker was really patient and education, whereas the potters seemed like they wanted to not talk to anyone.
For $28 per person, I expected a hell of a lot more than what I got. From what I recall, Old Sturbridge Village is a better experience (it's a different time period, though). Or if you're a tourist visiting Boston, unless you really yearn for the history of the time period, just stick to spots in and around the city (like Quincy).