I just got back from watching The Turn of the Screw, a theatrical adaptation by Jeffrey Hatcher from the novella by Henry James. Supremely well done (tonight was closing night, sadly — I should have gone earlier so I could tell more people to go see it). Also quite creepy. (Walking home alone in the dark was an adventure. My imagination went haywire.)
The performances were amazing — Ben King did a magnificent job playing a handful of different roles (and the masks added immensely to the creepiness), and Rachel Baird (who was in my ward last year, incidentally) was thoroughly convincing as the governess. And I loved the ambiguity littered throughout the play, the way so much was left unsaid so we could fill in the rest in our imaginations. (As previously mentioned, my imagination is just the tiniest bit hyperactive. ;))
Anyway, I want to read the original novella now…but I’m thinking I might need to give myself a break from ghost stories and the ilk, at least for the time being. :)
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