If celebrated farce Noises Off struck you as too controlled, then The Play that Goes Wrong will knock your socks off, most likely while doing a pratfall. A more apt title would be The Play That Starts Wrong and Goes Even More Wrong from There. The entire two hours is loopy silliness, which is either cathartic or annoying depending on your taste.
Even before the curtain rises, we are immersed in the whacky world of The Cornley University Drama Society, a ragtag company of well-meaning amateurs. Outside the Lyceum, posters of celebrities boast that they haven’t attended or did so to their great regret. Inside, the cast wanders throughout the theater making small talk, many encouraging audience members to leave and go elsewhere in order to attend a better show. This practice sets expectations for the messiness that is to come.
As gracelessly explained at the opening by director/designer/customer/prop maker/ box office manager/ etc, etc, Chris Bean, The Murder at Haversham Manor — the play within the play — was chosen primarily for the number of parts it provides for his tiny organization. So it is no surprise that the drama they present is a painfully bad jumble of stock characters, tired plot, and melodramatic lines, all the better to fall apart at the hands of the hapless players. Whether they are reading keywords from their palms or substituting a flower vase for a misplaced notebook, the entire team is well versed in physical comedy. It also helps set the tone that they come across as likable and well-intentioned. This is unsurprising since the actors have worked together on multiple “…Goes Wrong” productions from Mischief Theater.
As the multipurpose Mr. Bean, Henry Shields sets the giddy pace. While he doesn’t wear as many hats as his fictional counterpart, Shields did also write the play with his co-stars Henry Lewis and Jonathan Sayer, for which they won the 2015 Olivier Award. He is wonderfully supported by Dave Hearn as the self-conscious Max who somehow landed two parts. Broad broads Charlie Russell as Sandra and Nancy Zamit as Annie battle it out to play the female lead role of Florence Colleymoore in full view of their horrified fellow actors. In the smaller but crucial role of Trevor the Duran Duran-loving sound engineer, Rob Falconer never loses his focus except of course when he’s suppose to. It is amusing to note that he also provided the original music.
An equally important character is the set by Nigel Hook. Every piece has impeccable timing. Not since Alan Ayckbourn’s Bedroom Farce have I seen furniture collapse so slowly and perfectly. (I will not give away any of its more clever secrets.) The purposeful fiasco is deftly staged by director Mark Bell. His training at Ecole Internationale de Theatre and experience teaching at LAMDA likely influence the more overt style of this buffoonery.
If you enjoy seeing one joke played to the millionth degree by an experienced good-natured troupe, pop on over to the Lyceum Theater for The Play that Goes Wrong. Tickets are available http://www.broadwaygoeswrong.com through the end of the year.
Nora Helmer’s exit from Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House was the door slam heard around the world. Since 1879, scholars, sociologists, and others have speculated about her fate. Now playwright Lucas Hnath attempts to reveal what came next in A Doll’s House, Part 2, using modern language and the commanding Laurie Metcalf to deliver a post-feminist message about marriage, freedom and self-knowledge.
When the air space above New York closed on 9/11, nearly 7000 passengers were diverted to Newfoundland off the coast of eastern Canada. That airport had retained several large runways dating from a time when flights between the United States and Europe had to stop and refuel. Suddenly inhabitants of this 43,000 square foot island had to prepare to double their population for an unknown duration.
The sweet story of a sorrowful originator, the soaring melodies of Sara Bareilles, and the soulful voice of Jessie Mueller blend like butter, sugar, and flour. Together they produce a tasty joy-inducing creation that was nominated for four Tony Awards in 2016. Regular readers of this column know I am not the world’s biggest fan of modern day musicals, but I honestly can’t wait to see Waitress again. And I’m not just saying that because the entire theater smells like pie.
The supremely talented Cate Blanchett has come to Broadway. Unlike many film celebrities who flounder on stage, Ms. Blanchett is the former co-artistic director of the Sydney Theatre Company, where she also made her theater debut nearly 25 years ago. The same incredible nuance she brings to her on-screen characters is alive and in proper proportion in her role as Anna in The Present, a modern reinterpretation of an unpublished play by Anton Chekhov. I would recommend this show simply for the opportunity to bathe in her deeply considered and exceptional work.
In Transit is a delightful bon-bon box of a musical. A loose structure of interconnected stories holds together 11 appealing New Yorkers and 16 catchy production numbers. A prerecorded introduction by the producers reminds us that all the sounds we hear are created by human voice. The pieces are performed a cappella and the “orchestra” is a beatboxing whiz appropriately named Boxman.
