The Liar
Adapted by David
Ives, based on Corneille’s Le Menteur
Directed by Michael
Kahn
Performances
through February 26, 2017
Classic Stage
Company, 136 East 13th Street, New York, NY
classicstage.org
Ismenia Mendes and Amelia Pedlow in The Liar (photo: Richard Termine) |
I
cannot tell a lie: David Ives is the funniest playwright in America right now,
as The
Liar—his, as he calls it, “translaptation” of a 17th century
comedy by Frenchman Pierre Corneille—demonstrates again and again for two
madcap, and side-splitting, hours.
Ives
tinkered with Corneille’s play about a man who cannot tell the truth, and the
lies he spins become ever more elaborate until even he can’t tell what he has and
hasn’t said. Eager knight Dorante (an amusing Christian Conn) appears in Paris
one day and immediately hires Cliton (peerlessly funny Carson Elrod, a longtime
Ives collaborator) as his servant—Cliton is the exact opposite of his new
master in that he always tells the truth. Right after they agree to terms, two
lovely ladies enter: both Clarice (adorable Ismenia Mendes) and Lucrece
(headstrong Amelia Pedlow) turn Dorante’s head, even though he speaks only to
Clarice, while Cliton talks with Lucrece’s flirty maid Isabelle…or is it her
straight-laced twin sister—and Clarice’s maid—Sabine (both played with sass by Kelly
Hutchinson)?
As
usual with such silliness, Dorante’s lies pile up, Cliton’s truth-telling gets
him slapped in the face (he mistakes Sabine for Isabelle on more than occasion),
Dorante’s father Geronte (a doggedly goofy Adam Lefevre) plays matchmaker for
his son and Lucrece, and Dorante’s swashbuckling friend Alcippe, betrothed to
Clarice, challenges him to a duel. By the end of the play—no surprise—all is
sorted out and three impending marriages are celebrated.
Ives’
always euphoric wordplay reaches even greater heights with its frothy rhymes and
spirited iambic pentameter, all bouncing trippingly off the tongues of a
smashing cast that’s been directed by Michael Kahn for maximum comic effect. It’s
all frivolous, to be sure, but even in its innocuousness there’s more than a
grain of truth to its implication that, for those in a position of power, lying
is de rigeur. As Dorante himself admits
to the audience:
Maybe
Corneille will write me up a play.
Or
maybe, with my gifts and disposition,
I’ll
emigrate and be a politician.
But
think, before you hit the subway booth,
How
this was all a lie—and yet the truth.
Impossible?
Don’t hurt your spinning head.
Just
hie thee happily home and lie—in bed!
The Liar
Classic Stage
Company, 136 East 13th Street, New York, NY
classicstage.org
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