LOS
ANGELES TIMES
July
21, 2004
THEATER
REVIEW
by Rob Kendt
Sunny,
funny and light on its feet, Shakespeare Festival LA's new "Twelfth
Night" sets the action in a convincing approximation of Venice--not the
town of Shylock and gondoliers but our own slightly disreputable pocket of
sun-kissed beach-bum bohemia.
With
its whiplash juxtapositions--wealth and poverty, glitz and trash, creativity
and recreation--L.A.'s Venice provides a colorful dramatic canvas for director
Jason King Jones' crowd-friendly rendition of the Bard's beguiling comedy of
confused desire and capering mischief.
Katia
Kaplun's expansive painted set sketches the setting's stark beauty like a mural
in 3-D; freeways and radio towers frame the promenade, with the set's pointed
pinnacle subtly evoking a circus tent. Trevor Norton's lights capture the glare
of SoCal sunshine, and some of its duskier shades too. After a short run in
Pershing Square, with the Downtown L.A. skyline looming all around, the outdoor
show moves to South Coast Botanic Gardens this weekend.
It's
Feste (Cedric Hayman) who rules this beachfront property. He wakes up on a
bench with his guitar and starts up Nina Simone's "Feelin' Good,"
attracting an impromptu jam session while skaters and joggers reel by.
Appearing later in his ratty feathered cap and motley coat, Hayman's Feste
proves himself a particularly apt fool, spinning out puns and puzzles with the
dexterous precision of a juggler and sampling a range of soulful tunes as the
occasion demands.
With
a play so full of assorted pranks and pratfalls, it's something of a feat to
keep Feste's foolery at the forefront, but the irresistible Hayman is up to the
challenge. Without stealing focus from the play's intertwining plotlines, he
earns more comic mileage per line than any Feste in memory.
Jones
imagines the love-struck Duke Orsino (Geoffrey Lower) as a kind of spoiled
bachelor tycoon, with an entourage to furnish his background music and schlep
his art supplies around the beach in case inspiration strikes. For Olivia
(Judith Moreland), the unmoved object of Orsino's affection, he conjures a
wealthy African American household, with a retinue more inclined to quiet
dignity.
That
is, except for Olivia's uncle, Sir Toby (Harold Surratt), a tall, no-account
idler in a leather jacket who can't stay off the sauce. Though a likable enough
rascal, Surratt doesn't shy away from Toby's essential unpleasantness--a
crucial but often overlooked element of this pathetic troublemaker's arc, which
descends from irrepressible ribaldry to drunken disgrace as his schemes crash
like a hangover in the light of day.
As
the more-or-less deserving victim of one such scheme, Olivia's officious
steward Malvolio, Tim Choate plays his scenes like a virtuoso; he starts with a
knowing scowl of self-love before rocketing to the heights of misplaced ecstasy
with startling shrieks of joy. He wears his yellow-stockings get-up (costumes
by Linda C. Davisson), a shiny gold gym suit with a corset-laced front, under a
long black coat, like some kind of flasher dandy.
For
all its assured strides, Jones' production does miss some steps. The play's
melancholy undercurrent emerges most strongly from Feste and Toby, the show's
preeminent clowns, rather than from its two mourners, Moreland's Olivia and
Bridget Flanery's Viola. You'd never know from their breezy performances that
both recently lost loved ones to untimely deaths (we glimpse a photo of
Olivia's late brother in military blues). Both fare better as lovers, banking
their passion for unattainable objects with convincing ardor.
Kila
Kitu makes an appealingly sassy maid Maria, and Bryan Cogman plays Aguecheek as
a cheerful walking target in golf casuals. In two of the play's more thankless
small roles, Leon Morenzie gives the pirate Antonio a salty West Indian flavor,
while Glenn Peters' tow-headed Sebastian is an appropriate twin for Flanery's
light-toned Viola. Messaline, the town they hail from, must be somewhere in the
Corn Belt.
Young
Midwesterners blowing into a town full of transient hustlers, self-styled
artists and matter-of-fact affluence? It's so L.A., dude.
"Twelfth Night," Shakespeare Festival LA at
Pershing Square, Downtown L.A. (closed). Reopens July 22 at South Coast Botanic
Garden, 26300 Crenshaw Blvd., Palos Verdes. 8 p.m. Thursdays-Sundays. Ends Aug.
1. Free but reservations required. (213) 975-9891. Running time: 2 hours, 25
minutes.