There were even some sociological subtexts to the film. One central character was a young black man who took charge in crisis, and gave orders to white people, some of whom actually deferred to him. In a film of that era, that was perhaps more shocking than the sight of zombies graphically eating human entrails. (Roger Ebert, in his original review of the film, repeatedly referred to that character as "the Negro.")
Jobsite Theater's production of Night of the Living Dead (adapted for the stage by playwright Lori Allen Ohm) wisely recognizes that the things that shocked us then won't shock us now. Though the stage version is faithful, it's also lighthearted. The story is still compelling, and not without chilling moments.
Some of the acting is really good, and some of it merely okay. But none of it's bad. Even though her character cowers in silent wide-eyed shock through most of the play, Kari Goetz is fun to watch as Barbra, and Jason Vaughan Evans and Caroline Jett are strong in smaller roles. He's the local sheriff and she's the mother who's holed up in the house.
Katrina Stevenson's costumes — mostly those of the legion of undead — are also very cool, and the makeup and other special effects (including blood and guts that are fairly believable but not disgusting) by Danny McCarthy are impeccable.
On the way out of the theater, the opening-night audience was asked to keep the ending a secret. That apparently refers to a tacked-on segment that has nothing to do with the story. It's a fun bit to watch, but for Jobsite to imagine that's it's a big surprise is odd. In fact, it's far too predictable. Still, it's a harmless capper to a slight but thoroughly enjoyable show.