Take Murphy’s Law – whatever can go
wrong, will go wrong – and amplify it’s outcome to the nth degree. That is the quite amusing, sometimes
hilarious premise behind the British comedy, The Play That Could Go Wrong.
It is opening night for the Cornly University Drama Society’s production
of The Murder at Haversham Manor. From the onset, the members of the school’s
decidedly amateur cast is undermined in their efforts to entertain by
uncooperative scenery, misplaced props, and a corpse that won’t stay dead. As the play progresses all manner of mayhem
giddily erupts. Just as you think the turmoil
couldn’t get worse it does, again and again.
The playwrights Henry Lewis, Jonathan
Sawyer, and Henry Shields – all actors in the show – must have had a grand time
coming up with the situations and anarchy portrayed on stage. They have written a stage comedy in the
tradition of such other London imports as Noises
Off and One Man, Two Guvnors. This show is full of vaudevillian antics,
slapstick and a great deal of physical humor..
Question – why can’t American playwrights pen such consistently
convulsing shows. There are some very
inspired moments that would spoil the fun and merriment if they were
revealed. Suffice it to say you will not
leave the theater without a smile on your face.
The superb cast successfully portrays a
troupe of bumbling, provincial actors and actresses. They butcher the English language, miss their
cues, and are literally battered into submission. If I had to spotlight one actor it would be David
Hearn. His character Max is
self-important and smug within his role.
Everytime the audience laughs or applauds he turns his head to the seats
with a broad, appreciative smile. At
other times he gesticulates wildly, arms flailing about like a pathetic
contestant in a game of charades. He is
so bad, he’s good. The two women in the
cast – Charile Russell as the woeful femme fatale Sandra and Bryony Corrigan
(making a superlative Broadway debut) as the overworked stage hand Annie –
deliver a master class in stage fighting and pummeling. You feel their pain, albeit in your funny
bone.
Mark Bell does a fabulous job directing
his cast to be…awful. It can’t be easy
guiding the actors and actresses through a purposeful dreadful performance, but
he does so with skill and aplomb. In
addition, he cleverly weaves into the
production a recalcitrant and disintegrating set, flinging bodies, and even an
invisible dog.
You get the impression that Scenic
Designer Nigel Hook was like a kid on a sugar high when he created the concept
for the show. He has gone hog wild in coming
up with a set that, by play’s end, literally implodes. On the way to the final destruction he, along
with Andrew Johnson’s playful sound design, generate a cornucopia of
pandemonium and madness.
Special mention needs to go to the
unnamed stage crew (who actually take a bow with the cast at the curtain
call). Not only must they stay on their
toes throughout the entire two hours of the show, but they have to rebuild the
set every day (twice on matinee days).
They are the unsung heroes of the production.
The Play That
Goes Wrong, a diverting and wacky respite during our topsy-turvy times.
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