Travesties

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In his early plays, Tom Stoppard’s need to show the audience how clever he is was tempered by a playfulness that made this habit bearable and, in the present case, thoroughly enjoyable. I did not expect to be so delighted by this rollicking production imported by Roundabout Theatre from London’s Menier Chocolate Factory. A brilliant director, Patrick Marber (Closer), and a superb cast led by Tom Hollander (King Lear, Tartuffe) combine to make as strong a case for the play as I could imagine. Don’t be intimidated by the complexity of the setup. Stoppard has taken the fact that James Joyce (Peter McDonald; The Weir), Lenin (Dan Butler; Twentieth Century) and Dada founder Tristan Tzara (Seth Numrich; War Horse, Golden Boy), were all living in Zurich in 1917 and has imagined their interactions, as recalled in the addled memory of Henry Carr (Hollander), a minor British consular official, 50 years later. Did I mention that Stoppard presents the story as a riff on Oscar Wilde’s The Important of Being Earnest? You needn’t waste a moment reacquainting yourself with the principal characters. Just arrive early enough to read the two-page cheat sheet in your Playbill and you’ll be fine. We also meet Lenin’s wife Nadya (Opal Aladdin; Hedda Gabler), Carr’s sister Gwendolyn (Scarlett Strallen; A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder), his enigmatic butler Bennett (Patrick Kerr; The Ritz) and the left-leaning librarian Cecily (Sara Topham; The Importance of Being Earnest). Amidst the hilarity, we get arguments on the proper role of the artist in society. There’s also a bit of song and dance. The inventiveness rarely flags. The actors are all wonderful. I expected Tom Hollander to be fine, but was surprised by the manic physical humor of Seth Numrich. Tim Hatley (Private Lives) designed the dark paneled set decorated with blank books and scattered pages, as well as the attractive period costumes. My one complaint is that it may be too much of a good thing. It’s hard to maintain the appropriate level of attention for so long. If you let your attention slip for even a moment, you are likely to miss some allusion or quip. I had a much better time than I expected to. Running time: two hours 40 minutes including intermission.

Golden Boy ***

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Lincoln Center Theater's lavish 75th anniversary production of this Clifford Odets classic is now in previews at the Belasco Theatre. The cast of 19, directed by Bartlett Sher, features such stalwarts as Tony Shalhoub, Danny Burstein and Jonathan Hadary, whose topnotch performances were, for me,  the main reason to see the play. Lucas Caleb Rooney, Dagmara Dominczyk and Michael Aronov are fine as Joe Bonaparte's brother, sister and brother-in-law respectively. Anthony Crivello is appropriately menacing as Eddie Fuselli. Yvonne Strahovski (Hanna on Dexter) makes an impressive debut as Lorna Moon. Danny Mastrogiorgio seemed a bit shaky as Joe's manager. And then there's Seth Numrich as Joe. Let me just say that he is not an obvious choice for the part. He is too big to be plausible as a welterweight, he doesn't look remotely Italian and his acting is outclassed by his fellow cast members. It is a tribute to the overall excellence of the production that this weakness does not seriously harm it. Michael Yeargan's multiple sets are excellent and Catherine Zuber's costumes are superb. I was surprised that the play did not seem as dated as I had expected and that Odets had managed to keep his usual sermonizing mostly in check until the third act. The ending is rather flat. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the evening more than I expected to. Running time: 2 hours, 50 minutes, including two intermissions.

Yosemite *

The set, by Raul Abrego, is a lovely scene of northern California woods in winter. Unfortunately, the set is the highlight of Daniel Talbott's new play at the Rattlestick Theater. The set is populated by two brothers and a sister who live nearby in a trailer. Jake (Seth Numrich), the eldest,  is digging a hole in which to bury their infant brother, whose death is vaguely blamed on their troubled mother. (If you are foolish enough to attend after reading this, don't sit in the front row or you may get covered by flying dirt.) The three siblings exchange inane chatter until their mother arrives with her shotgun. After a lively exchange, she leaves and you can guess the rest. It seemed to last for hours, but it was only 70 minutes. The younger sister and brother are played by Libby Woodbridge and Noah Galvin. The usually interesting Kathryn Erbe misfires as the mother. Numrich displays a prodigious talent for shoveling; why he left a good role in War Horse for this is a mystery. Director Raul Abrego is unsuccessful in hiding the vacuity of the proceedings.