Shakespeare Festival Shakes Up ‘Twelfth Night’ With Latin Flavor

Shakespeare Festival Shakes Up ‘Twelfth Night’ With Latin Flavor

By Lynn Venhaus

Your first clue that we’re not in Missouri anymore is the palm trees jutting out from a swanky home’s backyard pool and patio right here in St. Louis’ own Forest Park.

That au-currant set design by Regina Garcia tips us off that we’re being transported to the vibrant cultural confluence that is a Latin-infused coastal town, aka Illyria (nod to Miami), where romance, music and festive fun are priorities.

Funny, flamboyant, and even frivolous at times, “Twelfth Night” is given a fresh spin by St. Louis Shakespeare Festival that is ideally suited for the outdoor month-long production at Shakespeare Glen.

Considered William Shakespeare’s “greatest comedy,” it’s certainly one of his most accessible – and director Lisa Portes has set it in a modern celebrity-filled metropolis, creating vivid characters and a glitzy vibe.

Portes, who heads the MFA directing program at The Theatre School at DePaul University in Chicago, framed it as an exile story. Her father came over to America from Cuba when he was 15, during the Cuban Revolution.

It’s a tale of young Viola (Gabriela Saker) who is rescued after being shipwrecked, and she believes her twin brother Sebastian (Avi Roque) has succumbed to a tragic fate, lost at sea.

Ryan Garbayo as Malvolio who flips for Olivia. Photo by Phillip Hamer.

After separation, each has reinvented themselves, trying to find their way in a strange new world. Disguising herself as a male, “Cesario,” so she can work for soccer celeb Orsino, Viola discovers love at first sight with the affluent jock, now her boss – and is thrust into a poolside whirlwind journey.

For the most part, a crackerjack ensemble weaves a merry tale of mistaken identities with aplomb.

Scene-stealers Ricki Franklin, funny as the loud party girl Dame Toby (a gender switch from Sir Toby Belcher), and Cassidy Flynn, reminiscent of comic actor Charlie Day in his chaotic antics as Sir Andrew Aguecheek, are standouts. As the obnoxious ringleaders of revelry, they elicit shrieks of laughter from the engaged crowd.

Unfortunately, the cast was uneven early in the run (on June 2), and there are a few trouble spots (chalk it up to the demands of a large outdoor show?). Orsino is supposed to be a robust figure, yet Felipe Carrasco, who physically looked the part, seemed rather nondescript in the role.

Feste, the fool, is usually wacky on stage, and Esteban Andres Cruz is daffy in demeanor, but the downfall here was that they were flat and offkey singing some of the Latin-infused melodies, including a pitchy duet with Viola. However, they projected a flashy personality in the costumes designed by Danielle Nieves.

Nevertheless, the instrumental rhythms arranged by Music Director David Molina, including traditional Latin songs with contagious beats, was superbly performed by band leader Phil Gomez and Clave Sol (Gomez on piano, Tung on bass, Thor Anderson on Congas and Herman Semidey on timbales and percussion). Molina was the sound designer as well.

Photo by Phillip Hamer

With such a glamorous setting, of course Nieves’ costumes would reflect a hot and hip attitude, and none more so than Jasmine Cheri Rush, who looks and moves like Beyonce.

Her comical outfitting of a lovesick Malvolio (a delightful Ryan Garbayo) is one of the evening’s biggest laughs.

Alisha Espinosa as Maria, Adam Flores as Fabian, and Christina Rios as Captain offer fine support as Olivia’s team (Rios also returns as a priest), while Adam Poss plays Valentine and Femi Aiyesgbusi is Curio, two of Orsino’s attendants. Poss also plays Antonio, who falls in love with Sebastian after rescuing him.

The coupling – Antonio loves Sebastian, Viola loves Orsino, Orsino loves Olivia, Malvolio loves Olivia, and Olivia loves Roderigo (aka Sebastian) – gets very complicated with the mistaken identities and unrequited love (which, if seem familiar, are plot threads copied from Shakespeare for centuries). It might be helpful to read the large graphics board set up on the grounds to explain the players and what happens.

Olivia and Viola aka “Cesario”

As Shakespeare once wrote in another play, all’s well that ends well, and love is love – and indeed will eventually triumph in certain cases.

The sleek designs – John Wylie’s cool lighting really makes the set pop – amplify the culture and community for a most pleasant summer evening.

The expressed joie de vivre makes this one of the liveliest Shakespeare in Forest Park productions in tone and tempo, and its heartfelt message about acceptance and identity a hopeful takeaway.

St. Louis Shakespeare Festival presents the comedy “Twelfth Night” Tuesdays through Sundays at 8 p.m. except on Mondays, from May 31 to June 25, in Shakespeare Glen in Forest Park. (Across from the Art Museum). The grounds open at 6:30 p.m., and the show is 2 hours, 30 minutes, with an intermission. For more information, www.stlshakes.org.


Orsino and bodyguard. Photo by Phillip Hamer.

Campy Farce ‘Irma Vep’ Can’t Hold Audience

Campy Farce ‘Irma Vep’ Can’t Hold Audience

By Lynn Venhaus
“The Mystery of Irma Vep” is the play that went wrong — and not in a funny way. Its once-red hot reputation for absurdity and daring has dimmed as the overwhelming digital world of content has surpassed its satiric mix of genres three decades later.

Mashing up B-movie mysteries is no longer novel and spoofing Victorian melodrama is too creaky, even in drag. And despite its look-hard-to-read-between-the-lines allegory for monsters and terminal illness, none of it registers with this 21st century audience. Sadly, the show never catches fire and the material lands with a loud thud.

Playwright Charles Ludlam’s campy farce is a specific scenario that may make clever interactive dinner-theater but somehow seems saggy and dated in 2020, especially as a major production. Artistic Director Hana S. Sharif described it as one of the all-time great comedies, the 1984 original won Drama Desk and Obie Awards, and in 1991, it was the most produced play in America.

Thirty-six years later, no matter how they focused on the ‘monsters in society’ during the AIDS epidemic, its message is lost in translation because this script is not engaging.

Think the goofy merriment of Monty Python, or even Tim Conway and Harvey Korman on the old “The Carol Burnett Show.” They are timeless but this show is not. Why doesn’t it work? Are the dark-and-stormy-night manor gimmicks no longer effective? It’s old Abbott and Costello hijinks set in an outdated supernatural world.

When the dense pop culture landscape has given us vampires next door, the walking dead roaming our cities and ghost hunters flourishing in recent years, “Irma Vep” doesn’t even have quaint going for it.

Esteban Andres Cruz, photo by Jon Gitchoff

Out of touch and out of tune, the show is in sorely need of a trim, as its construct fails to engage in two too-long acts on The Rep’s mainstage. Clearly, a 90-minute running time would have helped, instead of prolonging viewers’ misery, and the pace could have picked up.

Unlike the 2005 parody adaptation of Hitchcock’s 1935 movie “The 39 Steps,” which turned into a surprising amusing romp, this jumble of ancient family curse, mummy and howling werewolf is not interesting. When they went to Egypt, they lost me and it went downhill from there.

A “Penny Dreadful” is a psychological thriller that features dark mystery and suspense, but when this show is intended for laughs, neither the comedy nor the horror ignites. That’s a shame because the odd day-glo weird angles set by scenic designer Michael Locher looks terrific – although some sight line issues and what is with the giant skull? — and the lighting by designer Marie Yokoyama is spooky and effective.

This play was produced years ago in The Studio, and that intimate space seems to be a better fit than the larger auditorium. It could have benefited the two actors who try very hard to keep a momentum that involves playing eight characters and a few dozen costume changes and wigs. Bless those dressers, who get a herculean work out.

Nimble Esteban Andres Cruz and Tommy Everett Russell are obviously accomplished actors and look fabulous in the bold, elaborate costume designs by Sara Ryung Clement. They are trying hard to entertain, especially in the colorful drag outfits, and play off each other well.

But the frolic seems forced. This is a show that sorely needed a fresh interpretation, but director Nelson T. Eusebio III didn’t hit the refresh button to deconstruct what didn’t age well, but went big visually with the souped-up focus on outrageous drag looks and gender politics. That’s unfortunate because the production is an epic letdown.

Is it trying to do too much? To be more things to more people? To have hidden meaning when people aren’t looking for it? To create magic, you need a spark, and why isn’t it there?

And by the number of audience members who left at intermission, it’s not connecting with core subscribers. I was hoping it would find it’s “legs,” but there is obviously something that’s preventing people from getting into the story. The adventure isn’t all that adventurous.

Photo by Jon Gitchoff

The Repertory Theatre of St. Louis presents “The Mystery of Irma Vep” Feb. 14 – March 8 on the mainstage at the Loretto-Hilton Center on the Webster University campus. For more information, visit repstl.org. For the box office, call 314-968-4925.