TFANA makes excellent use of the space at the Duke Theatre
on 42nd Street. Again they create multiple playing levels by
using the catwalk above the two-stepped stage, plus a tree for climbing and
hiding. As if that weren’t enough,
there’s an extra variable level: a swing for Beatrice, Benedick, then both to
rise and fall on. This clever, compact scenic
design by Riccardo Hernandez is both
warm and practical, as is the lighting design by Donald Holder. Director
Arbus set the play in Italy
before World War I, so the men’s costuming is fairly modern while the women are
still in the confining clothing of the prewar period, illustrating the
difference in levels of social freedom accorded to each sex, which feeds the
Don John subplot that casts doubt on Hero’s chastity. That said, the costuming by Constance Hoffman is less than
exciting, but the hair is fabulous.
Cake and Siff are good partners, their sprightly badinage a
challenge and a delight to classical actors.
Reluctant lovers Beatrice & Benedick are the ancestors of every good
romantic team in theatre and film — think Katharine
Hepburn and Cary Grant in Bringing Up Baby, Grant and Rosalind Russell in His Girl
Friday, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in, well, anything. Maggie
Siff is having a fine time as Beatrice, but is not having quite as much fun
as Jonathan Cake is having with
Benedick — he’s having such a lark that he almost sweats his beard off. Seeing this production makes me think of Kenneth Branagh’s 1993 film, that of
the spectacularly funny opening credits, and the magical connection between
Branagh and then-wife Emma Thompson
as Benedick and Beatrice. They were
magnificent because of the sparks each created in the other. Siff and Cake are good, but the magic doesn’t
quite happen.
Photo by Richard Perry (c) 2013 New York Times |
I recall that Michelle Beck’s performance as Celia in the Bridge Project’s As You Like It was uneven, and here, too, she sometimes overcomes the character Hero as written, then other times succumbs to the blandness, as most actors do. Her occasional flashes of anger at her accuser are most welcome. Matthew Amendt’s Claudio is childishly enthusiastic, then jealous, and his work at the tomb of his bride is moving, but his Claudio has less depth than Ms. Beck’s Hero.
Graham Winton is
a vulnerable Don Pedro, and his proposal to Beatrice is quite touching, her
rejection even more painful. John Keating, not unusually, plays two opposite
roles and both quite well, the priest and Verges.
Robert Langdon Lloyd
does heartfelt work as Leonato, father of Hero. It’s always good to see Peter Maloney, here twice blessed as
Leonato’s brother Antonio and the Sexton.
John Christopher Jones’
Dogberry stumbled over the English language with veracity and vigor.
Denis Butkus and Paul Niebanck work well together as
Conrade and Borachio respectively, the followers of the villainous Don John, who
is played with a quirky intensity by Saxon
Palmer.
Kate MacCluggage is
quite entertaining as the overly friendly Margaret. Elizabeth Meadows Rouse as her pal Ursula is rather amateurish —
she seems to be playing a stock character, in common with the other tertiary
characters such as Balthazar and the Watch.
The company is charming and energetic and the audience is
happy to spend a few hours with them.
Arin Arbus’ leading actors
did fine work together, always returning to the witty and swell repartee of
Beatrice and Benedick. This Much
Ado About Nothing is a cleverly pleasant evening in the theatre and runs
through April 6th.
~ Molly Matera, signing off once I’ve
ordered the DVD of the Branagh film.
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