Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Stormy weather for ‘Tempest’

REVIEW

By Paul Kolas TELEGRAM & GAZETTE REVIEWER
 
 
‘The Tempest’
By William Shakespeare,
directed by Marty BlackEagle-Carl. Presented by Algonkuin Theatre Company at 5 p.m. on Saturdays and 3 p.m. Sundays July 19 and 20 at Daniel’s Farmstead, Blackstone; July 26 and 27 at Kampersal Field, Holliston; and Aug. 2 and 3 at River Bend Farm, Blackstone Valley State Park, Uxbridge.
Admission is free, although donations are most appreciated.

With Cherry Zinger, Briana Gardell, Chris Ebacher, Allerlei Hume, Nicolette Forte, Steve Curtis, Matthew Curtis, Paul Winslow, Robert DeSelms, Chief Benavines and Sean Gardell.

 
 

WHITINSVILLE—
Algonkuin Theatre Company’s production of Shakespeare’s “The Tempest” is a veritable marriage of success and shortcoming. Saturday afternoon’s outdoor performance at Whitin Park prompted at least this reviewer to wage a war between his professional standards and a more beneficent appreciation for the tenuous nature of community theater, especially when it is presented for free.

“The Tempest” is marginally better, and certainly more entertaining, than Algonkuin’s “Richard III” was a year ago, largely on the strength of four first-rate performances. Cherry Zinger, sporting a makeup beard, brings her dependably impeccable line readings to the role of the deposed Duke of Milan, Prospero, benignly interpreting his magical powers not so much as a means of seeking revenge against his usurping brother Antonio, as providing his daughter Miranda with a love match (Ferdinand) and a return to the civilized world.

Like an Elizabethan version of TV’s “Lost,” they’ve been living on an island for 12 years, washed ashore by Antonio’s banishment since Miranda was 3, so Prospero conjures up a storm that shipwrecks Antonio, Alonso (the King of Naples), Alonso’s son Ferdinand, Alonso’s brother Sebastian, and assorted shipmates on the island. Prospero is aided by several of the island’s otherworldly spirits, including Ariel, acted with irrepressible charm and physical zest by Briana Gardell.

The pairing of Zinger and Gardell is as inspired as that of Chris Ebacher as the island’s resident “monster,” Caliban, and Allerlei Hume as the drunken butler Stephano. These two play off each other, along with Chief Benavines’ dazed and clownish turn as the jester Trinculo, like a zany comedy team.

Ebacher is a brawny, grotesquely amusing configuration, more scared than scary, endearingly peevish at being held captive by Prospero for once attempting to force himself on Miranda. Hume continually delights with her exuberantly playful, ingratiating performance and crisp, confident diction. It’s a joy to see actors wonderfully at home with Shakespeare’s dialogue. Zinger, Gardell, Ebacher and Hume will make your trip to the countryside worth a trip to the gas pump.

But, as director Marty BlackEagle-Carl candidly told the audience in a pre-show speech that hinted at casting and rehearsal setbacks, “we have to make do with what we have.” It’s an admission of compromise epitomized in the casting of Robert Deselms as Alonso’s “honest old counselor” Gonzalo. Deselms does his best in the part, but unable to memorize his lines, much of his performance is dependent on reading directly from the text of the play, a gambit that elicits an embarrassed sympathy for DeSelms and those playing off him.

Sean Gardell’s late and vigorous entrance as the Boatswain is a minor but well-played exception to a cast that often invests the Bard’s text with awkward formality and stilted cadence. Steve Curtis (Alonso), Matthew Curtis (Ferdinand), Paul Winslow (Antonio), Chip Winslow (Sebastian), and Nicolette Forte (Miranda) tackle their roles with mixed results.

Once again, sound engineer William De Pari, battling the outdoor elements, had trouble keeping the actors’ voices amplified, so it was hard at times for some of the not so closely seated audience to hear what was being said. The pastoral set design is a plus, as are Laura Koch’s inventive costumes and Hume’s savvy makeup and special effects. Compromised though it may be, there’s something oddly, charmingly quixotic about a show that manages to rise above its self-proclaimed pitfalls and deliver a very acceptable two hours of Shakespeare.