Farcicals
Time of My Life
Written & directed by Alan Ayckbourn
Performances through June 29, 2014
59 E 59 Theaters, 59 East 59th
Street, New York, NY
britsoffbroadway.com
Much Ado About Nothing
Written by William Shakespeare; directed
by Jack O’Brien
Performances through July 6, 2014
Delacorte Theatre, Central Park, New
York, NY
shakespeareinthepark.org
When We Were Young and Unafraid
Written by Sarah Treem; directed by Pam
MacKinnon
Performances through August 10, 2014
Manhattan Theatre Club, 131 West 55th
Street, New York, NY
manhattantheatreclub.com
The cast of Farcicals (photo: Andrew Higgins) |
The Ayckbourn Ensemble continues its too-short stay during this year’s
Brits Off Broadway with two more glittering productions, written and directed
by one of our supreme masters, Alan Ayckbourn. Farcicals, comprising two
uproarious new one-acts, is sheer entertainment, while Time of My Life—a 1992
play which the words tragicomedy and dramedy do not do it justice—is an
incisive study of family dynamics structured ingeniously (as always) by the
playwright.
Time starts at a dinner party celebrating Laura’s 54th
birthday at a favorite local haunt: in attendance are her husband Gerry, their oldest
son Glyn, his wife Stephanie, their youngest—and Mom’s favorite—son Adam and
his new girlfriend, Maureen. Over two acts, Ayckbourn moves around among Laura
and Gerry after the party, Adam and Maureen weeks earlier and Glyn and
Stephanie months later, all of them at the same restaurant presided over by
waiters of varying degrees of ineptitude and brazenness…or both.
These precisely written scenes,
which open avenues of clarity to the heart of these couples’ relationships, are
never obscured by the playwright’s time-shifting structure, thanks to his own
ingenious directing which shows how even the smallest events cause huge
implications, whether marriage, divorce
or death caused by imbibing too much alcohol at a birthday dinner. It’s unfair
to single anyone out in the exemplary cast, so hats off to Rachel Caffey
(Maureen), Russell Dixon (Gerry), Sarah Parks (Laura), Emily Pithon (Laura),
Ben Porters (waiters), James Powell (Adam) and Richard Stacey (Glyn).
By its very title, Farcicals is less heady stuff, but these
one-acts about two couples’ marital difficulties show off Ayckbourn’s sharply
funny writing, even in door-slamming farce. As one-liners and pratfalls combine
for irresistible lunacy, Ayckbourn shrewdly directs the captivating quartet of Elizabeth
Boag, Bill Champion, Sarah Stanley and Kim Wall, all giving brilliantly broad
performances that ensure Farcicals is
more than just a mere diversion.
Rabe and Mendes in Much Ado About Nothing (photo: Joan Marcus) |
The current Shakespeare in the
Park offering, Much Ado About Nothing, may be the best-directed show I’ve seen
in Central Park. That might be faint praise, but Jack O’Brien’s agile and frisky
staging of that most pleasing of Shakespeare’s star-crossed romantic comedies—which
pivots on those eternally dueling wits Beatrice and Benedick, whose supposed
loathing for each other masks their finally requited love—provides nearly three
hours of outdoor enchantment.
O’Brien’s visually luscious
staging comprises John Lee Beatty’s charming unit set of an Italian villa, Jane
Greenwood’s zippy costumes and Jeff Croiter’s elegant lighting, which work
wonders complementing the play’s melodiously musical poetry. Even O’Brien’s
additions—opening in Italian before seguing to the Bard’s English, having
characters magically moving a wall—don’t detract from the zesty comic
atmosphere.
Much of the acting is impressive,
especially Ismelia Mendes’ immensely appealing Hero (Beatrice’s cousin) and John Glover’s
powerfully-spoken Leonato (Beatrice’s uncle), while Brian Stokes Mitchell’s charismatic
Don Pedro smartly gets a song to sing and John Pankow’s bumbling cop Dogberry
is amusingly hammy without going overboard. My lone quibble is our B&B: Hamish
Linklater’s adequate Benedick has little chemistry with Lily Rabe’s Beatrice,
who incessantly barks out her lines whether they are meant to be insulting,
apologetic or thoughtful. Happily, there are enough compensations to make this
a lively and engaging Much Ado.
Kazan and Jones in When We Were Young and Unafraid (photo: Joan Marcus) |
In Sarah Treem’s ambitious but
fatally unfocused When We Were Young and Unafraid, middle-aged Agnes runs a bed
and breakfast on an isolated island near Seattle, which doubles as a safe house
for battered women, with her burgeoning feminist 16-year-old daughter Penny. New
arrivals are Mary Anne, a fleeing young wife—beaten badly with a swollen lip and
nasty cut underneath her right eye—and Hannah, a black militant feminist who
spouts clichéd jargon about oppression and tries to get Agnes to break free
from her shackles.
Treem’s hackneyed plot, cartoonish
caricatures and trite dialogue bring her play time and again to a screeching halt.
By setting it in 1972, Treem gives herself license to discuss feminism ad
nauseum and even has Agnes misspeak and say “Ozarks” instead of “Ozone,” if only
to show how new the latter term was, apparently. (Similarly, Mary Anne asks Penny
if she has a rubber, not a condom.) Then there’s a new court case, “Roe vs. Wade”:
when Hannah says that perhaps this means “The times are changing,” Agnes
ruefully retorts “They’ll change back” with heavy-handed dramatic irony, calculated
to make audience members gasp at such amazing prescience.
For once, that able director Pam
Mackinnon is hamstrung by the growing preposterousness. That none of the
relationships is believable from the outset forces several fine performers—Cherry
Jones (Agnes), Zoe Kazan (Mary Anne), Cherise Boothe (Hannah), Morgan Saylor (Penny)—to
awkwardly try (and ultimately fail) to get a handle on the sketchy characters
Treem has provided.
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