Showing posts with label Charlotte Palmer-Lane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charlotte Palmer-Lane. Show all posts

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Switzerland

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In Australian playwright Joanna Murray-Smith’s (Honour) 2014 play about Patricia Highsmith, now in its New York premiere at 59E59 Theaters, she weaves lots of facts about the writer’s life into an entertaining scenario about the last year of her life. The author of Strangers on a Train and The Talented Mr. Ripley, feeling insufficiently appreciated in the US, moved to Europe and spent her final years in seclusion in a small village in Switzerland. Notoriously racist, anti-Semitic, abrasive and contemptuous of the literary establishment, she was not an easy person to like. None of her relationships with either women or men lasted very long. Highsmith (Peggy J. Scott; Is He Dead?, The Lucky One)  lived alone with her kitten, pet snails and collection of antique firearms, knives, swords and, surprisingly, Broadway show tune recordings, in her Alpine retreat. Her seclusion is interrupted by the arrival of a young man representing himself as Edward Ridgeway (Daniel Petzold; Pushkin), a seemingly callow editorial assistant at her publishing house who has been sent to get her signature on a contract for a new Ripley novel. The last assistant they had tasked with that assignment ended up having a nervous breakdown. Edward is determined to do better and deflects her abuse long enough to persuade her not to kick him out. As the play progresses, he gains confidence and uses her insecurity about her literary legacy to his advantage. To say much more would be to spoil the fun. There is lots of snappy dialogue about writers and writing and the relationship between an author and the character he or she becomes famous for. The play does not quite build up tension appropriate to a thriller and its final twist is not completely successful, but on the whole it is an entertaining evening. Both actors shine, especially Petzold in the trickier role. James J. Fenton’s (Southern Comfort) set has some sleekly modern design elements that seem out of place. Charlotte Palmer-Lane’s (Bedlam’s Peter Pan) costumes very cleverly reflect the changes in Edward. Dan Foster’s (The Chocolate Show!) direction is uncluttered. If you are a fan of Highsmith's work, I expect you will enjoy yourself. Running time: 90 minutes, no intermission.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Drop Dead Perfect **

Last year’s sold-out production of this camp melodrama by Erasmus Fenn (a pseudonym) was a Critic’s Pick by both the Times and Time Out. That information plus the prospect of seeing Everett Quinton of Ridiculous Theatrical Company fame again raised my expectations high for the current revival at Theatre at St. Clements. Too high, it turns out. While this overwrought tale of Idris Seabright (Quinton), a wealthy woman in the Florida Keys has its madcap moments, they are too few and far between.
While Quentin gets to wear a parade of knockout 50’s outfits, he doesn’t get enough opportunity to really show off his plummy acting chops. Jason Edward Cook is delightful as Idris’s ward Vivien who yearns to leave the Keys to find her way as an artist in Greenwich Village. (It wasn’t until I read my program afterwards that I realized Vivien was played by a man.) Timothy C. Goodwin is solid in the dual roles of narrator and Idris’s pill-pushing attorney who has his eye on Vivien. The sudden arrival from Cuba of the studly Ricardo (Jason Cruz) sets the overly complicated plot in motion. Ricardo is the son of Idris’s sister Lucy and Ricardo Sr. (Lucy and Ricky, get it?), who ditched Idris for her sister.
Cruz gets a non-frontal nude moment and a shirtless scene with ludicrously stuffed boxer shorts. The interior of a cozy Florida cottage of the 50’s is captured well in James J. Fenton’s attractive set. Charlotte Palmer-Lane’s period costumes are a hoot. William Neal’s sound design cleverly incorporates portentous clips from 50’s movies. Joe Brancato directed. It’s all very silly, but not quite silly enough. Running time: 85 minutes, no intermission.