Hazel M.
Yelp
Highlight of my weekend. I took the mammy to a horror-themed Literary Death Match as part of the Bram Stoker Festival (which is absolutely everywhere this year, it really seems to have reached its potential, yays). We weren't entirely sure what to expect, but left about 90 minutes later feeling exhilarated, entertained and slightly creeped out. Exhilarated because the people involved were so enthusiastic, talented and fun. Entertained because the speakers (both judges and participants) were articulate, gifted at storytelling, and completely absorbed our attention throughout. Creeped out because each piece delivered by the participants was icky and unsettling. Comprising a cast of sleazy manipulative men, dreamy vampire women, a Dublin which demanded and received a worthy vampiric monster, and cannibalistic academics, these were amazing tales.
Smock Alley Theatre is lovely theatre space, putting me in mind of the atmpophere of the tiny, cramped cellars in Paris used by improv groups and other peripatetic artists, but with a great sense of space and modern comfortable and cool seating. It's a gem, I wish I'd been before, and intend to become a regular attendee .