The Old Fitz Theatre is turned into a kind of drive in for ALICE IN SLASHERLAND, a grind house pastiche of contemporary horror movies.

Running the gamut from B to Z grade in the trauma tropes of teenagers in Zombie lope, Qui Nguyen’s ALICE IN SLASHERLAND evokes the glory of the gory and the suspension of disbelief that’s been the staple of slasher films like Friday the 13th, Prom Night and Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but for laughs rather than screams.

At a Halloween party, where he was to open his heart to Margaret, Lewis unwittingly opens the gates of Hell, conjuring Alice, a ring in from The Ring, silky long hair and creepy crawl.

Also emanating from the unhallowed unhinged portal come Edgar, eye patched Teddy Bear, a hessian headed hatchet handling Bunny Bogeyman, and Lucifer herself, in possession of the body of the teen queen, Tina.

And so the stage is set for an apocalyptic confrontation between good and evil, where the geek will inherit the mirth and blood will run free from several severed arteries. Front rowers beware: blood splatter alert.

A dementedly committed – (Yes they should be committed!) – cast keep the scatter gun narrative moving, although a superfluous intermission tends to puncture rather than punctuate.

Indi Redding’s creation of Edgar the Teddy Bear is a triumph, a nuggety little toyminator, expertly handled and voiced by actor Justin Amankwah.

Laura Murphy gives a firecracker performance as teen queen Tina before and after her possession by the Devil. Her Lucifer is impish, fiendish, frightful and funny, brimstone and treacle with a great set of lungs.

With production values Samuel Z Arkoff would approve – spooky and evocative lighting by Benjamin Brockman alternately illuminating and plunging into shadow a set design by Lauren Peters, ALICE IN SLASHERLAND offers a frivolous fright night at the Old Fitz.