By now you should know all about grand guignol, thanks to the efforts of the Thrillpeddlers theater troupe (if not, think shock theater directed by Quentin Tarantino and a bucket of blood). In 19th-century Paris, ladies used to faint during shows, because their constitutions, except when it came to shit in the streets and syphilis lesions, were delicate. Today, nobody falls over, primarily because art can only startle for so many years (except if it involves excrement — we're still scared of GG Allin, even though he's dead), but also because Thrillpeddlers’ director Russell Blackwood does not purchase cow’s eyes and things from a butcher shop before productions. What he does, however, is keep true to the text of those original horror shows. Thrillpeddlers’ first... More >>>