NecKromancy

By Lissa Moira and Richard West

In directing the ensemble, Moira achieved a nice feel of stylized slink. She, herself, as the “Lady Morphious,” was delightfully over the top in her guise as a bloodsucking performance artist (not the first to deserve a stake through the heart). As the vampire impresario who’s going through the mid-death crisis, Ian Reed did a classy turn in balancing a continental suaveness with a genuine humanity. Mark Lang’s very funny bartender/bouncer suggested what it might have looked like had Renfield worked on the staff at Area. And Ivy Levinson virtually reeked of upper-class vice as the Mary Boone wannabe who gets dispatched by one of the fanged crowd.

Also, the costume choices bespoke a stylish decadence, from Moira’s see-through mesh jumpsuit to the assorted ascots and finery worn by the other denizens. And there was a nicely observed touch when a crasher to the opening walks in wearing what is pretty much the uniform for these events: cheap frayed Robert Hall suit and sneakers.

Given the way Moira’s show has sprung up again and again in various locales, one should not be surprised to see NecKromancy appear again. It offers a somewhat overly facile, yet quite enjoyable experience.

—John Michael Koroly

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