Walking into the tiny EP Theatre on South Halsted I was not expecting, nor could I have hoped to see as much as the mad and macabre as I was to see on September 1st. I was about to witness The Texas Chainsaw Musical. With no AC and dozens of way cooler college kids and hipsters surrounding me, I prepared for what would be, if anything, something to talk about at the water cooler tomorrow.
As someone unfamiliar to musicals and independent theatre, I must say I was pleasantly surprised with my first real experience. Part of the Chicago Fringe Festival, TCM was far from the performances, I’d seen in my small college town, where costumes were ill-fitting, awkward dialogue was in every scene, and an art show headiness flew right over my head. The cast and crew of Texas Chainsaw Musical created a welcomed surprise; full of tension, humor, and the amazing ability to make the audience feels compassion for one of the most notorious serial killers of all time.
The show kicked off with the same tense, John Larroquette narrated monologue as the 1974 original. The tension soon breaks into a rollicking musical number about how hot it is in Texas. Rather appropriate given the small, AC-less EP theatre.
As the story continues we meet an eclectic cast of characters about to meet their demise. Most notably Amanda Hardesty as Sally, Adam Rosowicz as her wheel chair bound brother Franklin, and Guy Schingoethe as the chainsaw wielding Leatherface himself. The cast as a whole does a great job of creating believable tension when needed and delivering perfectly timed comic relief right when the audience needs it.
As the musical progresses, and more and more hot, young teens meet their inevitable fate; Leatherface puts down his chainsaw and shows his compassionate side. He croons the audience in a Phantom of The Operaesque way, making us feel incredibly sorry for the monster that just hung a busty teen on a meat hook.
The play ends in a finale that has to be seen to believe. Imagine the whole creepy Hewitt clan, rocking out in a live band all while torturing and attempting to murder the still screaming “final girl” Sally. With Grandpa on the drums, the Hitchhiker shredding guitar, Dad/The Cook plucking bass, and ol’ Leatherface himself playing ‘lectric keys, it’s unlike any jam band you’ve ever seen. I will never be able to watch the infamous Grandpa hammer scene from the 1974 movie without thinking of a thunderous drum solo. Thanks.
Overall TCM was a great way to kick-start a very early Halloween celebration. With many standout moments, including Franklin’s goopy gushing kill scene, Sally’s never ending screaming, Franklin’s hilarious and heartfelt, “I Wish I wasn’t in a wheelchair number,” and a finale that was truly epic. I won’t spoil it, but the way the Hitchhiker meets his demise, may be the funniest part of the entire production.
Hopefully The Texas Chainsaw Musical finds another venue and audience closer to Halloween. It’s a show that has just the right amount of scares and humor to enjoy during those harvest weeks. But until then I highly recommend finding more shows out there like this. It’s a welcomed surprise to the non-stop crappy remakes and handi-cam horror flicks that flood the Cineplex’s in October. Plus it’s not every day you get sprayed with chainsaw goo.
