Dear —, I’ve never watched a horror movie on stage before—the beginning recalled the renowned scene of The Exorcist, where the devil-in-girl was descending the stairs like a spider. A puppet, a robot popped and locked and danced an uncanny with a touch of SimCity, no, wait, with a touch of a sitcom.
Creepiness revealed itself in the extra hands and arms, in the package to be delivered but never arriving, in the sweet domesticity of a household; like Lars von Trier’s Melancholia, the moon hit the house on the New Moon.
The passion? Oh no, it wasn’t about that at all!