When Godfrey and Fleecia go to the church to get married, they not only meet the priest, but they meet Swashio, a real downer of a dude. He has barged into the church to convey some awful news.
“The dead walk, they march for taste of us,” he says setting the tone for this IndyFringe offering.
You might think that, with the introduction of anachronistic stage props like contraceptives and long guns, there might be a little bit of humor to leaven this play’s super-bleak premise.
Alas, thou wouldst be mistaken.
Instead the actors play their characters straight as the play hurls towards its inevitable conclusion. There were some moments that generated some laughs on opening night, such as when Swashio deadpans, “I would go with you if it just ends this mindless lovers battle,” after a long argument between Fleecia and Godfrey.
But such moments were few and far between. This play was advertised as “All the makings of a Shakespearean Tragedy...with Zombies.” I wanted less tragedy, more zombies.