A Flea in Her Ear by Georges
Feydeau, adapted and directed by David Frank. A wild sex farce with nebbish
husbands, neurotic wives, sensible friends given wrong information, a befuddled
look-alike, a jealous husband with a gun and a young man with a hilarious
speech impediment. And if the theater
doesn’t apologize for that, why should I?
At least they didn’t use the phrase “harelip” in this adaptation.
In the best farces – the ones
that resonate – the audience has somebody to root for. Lend Me a Tenor: Max and Tito are
both extremely sympathetic. Max (A)
wants to be an opera singer and (B) is in semi-unrequited love. Tito (A) just needs a rest and (B) is very
generous in encouraging Max. A
Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum: Pseudolus, a Sgt.
Bilko-like con man, is a slave who will do anything
to be free. Even if the characters have
some less than sterling qualities, we want them to achieve their goals.
As a director, I much prefer
these farces to anything by Ray Cooney, who writes about assholes and dimwits
who fully deserve whatever they get. If
you get the audience to like your
characters, you don’t have to work as hard to get the laughs. It’s still mind-bendingly hard work, but you’re
no longer adding to your burden.
The “Yes. Thank you!” moment in David Frank’s production of A
Flea in Her Ear at American Players Theatre comes when stuffy insurance
executive Chandebise, recipient of an Anonymous Love Letter (sent as a trap by
his neurotic wife), comes to the conclusion that a mistake has been made and
that the letter was really intended for his handsome best friend. Until now amazed and entranced, the actor,
David Daniel, suddenly deflates with logic and self-deprecation – (paraphrased)
“It must be for you. How could I possibly
think a woman would be interested in me?”
– with so forlorn a face that a wave of “Oooooooooooh!” emanated*** from the
women in the audience.
And Daniel put the audience in
his pocket and went on his merry way.
One of the many lovable qualities
about the American Players Theatre is their assumption that the audience has
not only intelligence but an attention span.
A Flea in Her Ear is a three hour farce (with two
intermissions.) It dragged a teeny bit
in Act Three, but that’s on Feydeau’s shoulders, not the production’s.
The action was brilliantly
inventive, and the characters were sincere, which is crucial. Good farce isn’t just a series of goofy
things happening to silly people. The
characters all want something desperately, and they’re dead serious about it.
I’ll be here all night if I try
to single out any performer. They are
uniformly excellent, which is the sign of a good director – the aforementioned David
Frank. And I already talked about David
Daniel, brilliant as both the repressed Chandebise and Poche, the drunken
doorman. So I won’t mention the
fireworks performance of Kelsey Brennan as the histrionically neurotic
Raymonde, Marcus Truschinki’s handsome idiot Tournel, Andrea San Miguel’s radiantly
sane BFF Lucienne, Juan Rivera Lebron’s ferocious Don Homenides or, in a
smaller role, Tracy Michelle Arnold as a befuddled hostess with a flat, Alice
Kramden delivery… if Alice was an ex-prostitute.
There was a deserved standing
ovation at curtain call. The cast and
crew worked their asses off and were hilarious doing it.
(I'm ending all three current reviews with this, as it is an important point.)
One thing that aids APT in presenting 2½-to-3 hour shows is the effort involved in getting there. From DuPage County, Illinois, it’s a long drive, followed by a half mile uphill walk to get to the theatre. (Shuttles are available.) After all that work, you really don’t want to turn right around and go home after 1½ hours. You go there expecting to be grandly entertained for an entire evening. And your expectations are grandly fulfilled.
One thing that aids APT in presenting 2½-to-3 hour shows is the effort involved in getting there. From DuPage County, Illinois, it’s a long drive, followed by a half mile uphill walk to get to the theatre. (Shuttles are available.) After all that work, you really don’t want to turn right around and go home after 1½ hours. You go there expecting to be grandly entertained for an entire evening. And your expectations are grandly fulfilled.
If
you love classical theater, you need to go to American Players Theatre.
If
you want to love full out classical
theater, but have only seen abridgements or bad productions, you need to give
APT a shot, because you will be converted.
If
you hate classical theater… go away.
*** I was going to say “fauceted,”
but when I checked to see if that really was a verb, I found that it was
included in the Urban Dictionary with a meaning not quite what I wanted to convey.
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“A Flea in Her Ear” by Georges Feydeau. Adapted and directed by David Frank.
When: Through October 7
Where: American Players Theatre, 5950 Golf Course Road, Spring Green,
Wisconsin, 53588
Tickets & Information: www.AmericanPlayers.org
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