True confessions time -- I hate horror movies. Frankly they bore me to tears. The only worthwhile elements for me are the infinite suggestions for how best to chop off my head and disembowel myself so that I don't have to endure another minute of what boosters of the genre amusingly refer to as "acting" and "plot." You want scary? Read a recent edition of the Financial Times and you'll know real fear.

There is, of course, one exception: I love Evil Dead II. And like most people who remember a more innocent time, when scary cinema was really just a comprehensive study of stage props made from whatever was handy on the condiment stand at the commissary, I love it because it is hands down the worst movie ever made. Which lends it a certain dignified charm.

Since a great many of our readers were not yet born when this treasure trove of celluloid crapola belched forth from the underground, it is with great pleasure that I bring you news of its revival in the only form potentially more dreadful/hilarious than the original: Evil Dead: The Musical, which surfaces all bloody and silly tonight and tomorrow at Dillingham Studio 2.

Here's the link, Facebooksters: http://is.gd/6BMe/evildead

You'll want to e-mail this groovy ghoulie to make a reservation for the 11 p.m. show tonight or the 1 a.m. show tomorrow (well, Sunday...you know what I mean).

Oh, and I love this bit: 

"We are using dyed water in this show, so please wear clothing you don't mind getting messed up. We are like 99% sure this won't stain your clothes...though your skin may turn a little pink. We'll have garbage bag ponchos for the front two rows...YAY."

Who are you to resist?