Thursday December 29, 2011 / 8:00pmAs I Like It
How was your experience?
The best part of this experiment was the price of admission. I can best express my reaction in three words: WTF! It seems the production team was trying to enliven a rather dull script, which has no conflict, excitment,suspense, tension, drama, or plot, by employing bizarre wardrobe, weird furnishings such as a lounge chair made from antlers, a bright red divan(the lead actress enters and from a huge prop skull) and various oddly shaped and colored accessories. This is esentially an autobiographical monologue, written by Amanda Eliasch, performed by the talented Elizabeth Karr, with some non-sequitur interruptions by two cast members. These include some excellent occasional classical piano playing by the author's son (a gifted if heavy-handed Charles Eliasch),tossed in for no apparent reason except possibly as diversion from the monologue. There's the inexplicable sudden appearance of Mr. Eliasch singing some operatic arias and duets with another fine singer who shows up in wardrobe identical to the blonde lead, but with dark hair,(?)(Lisa Zane). The music does nothing to drive the plot forward, but gives Ms. Karr some well-deserved breaks. The cherubic Mr. Eliasch first enters wearing a brocaded long coat, ala Mozart or Ben Franklin, and an elaborately curled colonial-era pony tail, and pops in every few minutes carrying a tray, sometimes with a drink. He seems uncomfortable in his haughty posture. Ms. Karr, dressed all in black in an outlandish puffed "balloon skirt," portrays the British author with charm ... and loses her English accent half-way through. She reenters the skull to signal the end of the play. According to the program notes, Ms. Eliasch trained in drama at the prestigious RADA for SEVEN YEARS. This begs the question, Why then didn't she portray herself in the play? It just seems the whole contrivance is an attempt at avant garde theatrics. May be enjoyed as a theatrical oddity.