Stormy weather for ‘Tempest’
REVIEW
By Paul Kolas TELEGRAM & GAZETTE
REVIEWER
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‘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.
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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.
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