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Two views of "London Assurance"
Rachel Pickup and Colin McPhillamy. Photo by Carol Rosegg.
“London Assurance” by Dion Boucicault, directed by Charlotte Moore
Irish Repertory Theatre, 132 W. 22 St. NYC
Dec. 6, 2019 until Feb. 9, 2020.
Wednesdays at 3pm and 8pm, Thursdays at 7pm, Fridays at 8pm, Saturdays at 3pm and 8pm, Sundays at 3pm
Tickets $ 45-70 ovationtix.com or 212-727-2737.
Reviewed by Glenda Frank
Charlotte Moore’s production of “London Assurance” by Dion Boucicault at the Irish Repertory Theatre is scrumptious. Totally delicious! This is especially surprising for a British comedy of manners from 1841, one penned by 20 year old novice. Strong women and clever phrasing are script stand-outs. The production has a varied, lively, with just enough exaggeration and gesture, and without that frenetic quality some directors confuse with the comic tone. Moore has allowed the talent to have fun with the script. There is just such pleasure in each twist and turn that you wonder how the actors can bear to leave this satirical world of absurd love matches, willful beautifies, a barely disguised young lover, and general mayhem. The performances are far from wink-wink but there is mad look in the actors’ eyes during particularly juicy bits that say, I am so happy to find myself in this role.
Brian Keane and Colin McPhillamy. Photo by Carol Rosegg.
The play seems to be about the ne’er-do-well Charles (Ian Holcomb) and his sixty-something father, Harcourt Courtly (Colin McPhillamy), who believes his rouged cheeks and dyed hair have turned back time and transformed him into lady candy. While his son has been amassing debts, he has found himself an 18 year old bride with a handsome dowry and good real estate. His friend (Brian Keane as the raisonneur), questioning why she would want to marry him, dubs him “a living libel upon common sense.” Harcourt finds the question ridiculous. Charles’ valet, Cool, brags to us, in one of several direct addresses, that he is the best liar in London. Scallywags all! We are soon transported to the Lady Grace Harkaway’s country estate, where she explains that she is resigned to the marriage, since she must marry and has no interest in love.
Enter a bespeckled Charles (in disguise) to check out his new mother. He is quickly bewitched by Grace and bewildered by his plight. And then the lovely Lady Gay (Rachel Pickup) arrives at the Harkaway estate – in a burst of energetic good will and athletic health. She has just ridden over and you can bet it was more a gallop than a trot. When her mild-mannered husband (Robert Zukerman) arrives, you wonder at the match, but she protests deep affection. Why? Because he allows her freedom few other men would. “He never permits me to spend more than I like,” she confesses. She is her own, very modern woman with eyes for no one else. So when Lord Harcourt Courtly, who is indifferent to his new fiancée, pronounces his deepest devotion, she can be canny and rather than reject him, seems to play along with his proposed romantic flight.
She and Charles plot to secure Grace’s freedom to marry the younger Courtly, the eavesdropping villain is more an after-thought than a threat, and all ends as we like it. But meanwhile we can’t get enough of Boucicault’s addiction to the well-turned phrase and Colin McPhillamy’s Harcourt, whose refusal to grow old graceful becomes almost a heroic denial. Like Rachel Pickup’s Lady Gay, his joie de vivre seems boundless. Wonderfully inventive period costumes by Sara Jean Tosetti; set by James Noone.
“London Assurance” is a sure cure for the January blues – or even those moments in any month when a clever comedy is the right tonic.
“London Assurance” by Dion Boucicault
Opened December 15, 2019
Irish Repertory Theatre, 132 West 22nd Street.
Closes on Sunday, February 9, 2020.
Running 2 hours and 20 minutes with one 15-minute intermission.
Ovationtix.com, irishrep.org, or call 866-811-4111.
Reviewed by Edward Rubin
Photo by Carol Rosegg
First things first. Before I delve into the Irish Repertory Theater’s marvelous production of London Assurance by Dublin-born playwright Dion Boucicault (1820-1890) – extended now through Sunday, February 9 – I must say that the award-winning Irish Rep is a gift from heaven.
Their choices of what to produce coupled with the actors they choose to cast is simply and consistently wonderful. And this wonderfulness goes for their use of top-of-the-line, set, costume, lighting, sound, and hair and wig designers for each play. Each and every production is a joyous event. I have never left either of their two intimate theaters without having been put in touch with my own humanity, be it tears or laughter or both.
Or for that matter being enlarged as a human being.
No doubt this touching of one’s heartstrings is an Irish thing, a deeply ingrained trait, if you will. For those questioning such gushing: No! this is not a paid advertisement. It is a fact!
Photo by Carol Rosegg
First produced in Convent Garden in 1841, when Boucicault was 21, London Assurance, is a farcical comedy of manners, here directed by Charlotte Moore with a healthy dollop of laissez-faire, is the cleverest and most enjoyable play to open this season.
It is a precursor to the plays of Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), with more linguistic wordplay than chickens in a coop. His speechifying characters not only tell each other (and the audience too) everything that they are thinking but everything that they would like to persuade themselves that they have thought. Often a familiar phrase is used where dignified language would be expected; sometimes the reverse.
Boucicault’s style as an introduction of words to each other, which have never made acquaintance and which think that they will not get on together. It is ingeniously ear-opening. Though the playwright’s embroidery of language, hand tailored with much thought and observation on culture and class fits each character like a glove, it is in each actor’s letter-perfect delivery where the fireworks reside.
It is no accident that shards of Oscar Wilde’s (1854-1900) clever wit, sharp satire, striking use of language and keen observation – obviously characteristics shared with Boucicault – permeates London Assurance. Though 34 years younger than Boucicault, it seems the older playwright was friendly with Oscar’s parents. Wilde was not only aware of Boucicault’s plays but had the temerity to send him a copy of Vera; or, The Nihilists (1880), his own very first play.
“You have dramatic powers but have not shaped your subject perfectly before beginning it,” Boucicault responded. He suggested that “a chain of incidents,” not mere dialogue, should “lead from one to the other” of the main events of the play. A couple of years later, in a letter to a mutual friend he writes that Oscar “…might make a fair income – if better managed – reduce his hair and take his legs out of the last century.”
Like his characters in London Assurance, Boucicault’s life, both as an actor, theater producer and a playwright was a wild ride. He had a great many twists and turns, bankruptcies, a scandal or two, and three marriages. Anne Guiot, his first wife, much older than Boucicault, died in a Swiss mountaineering accident in 1845, the first year of their marriage. In 1853 he eloped in New York City with 20-year old actress Agnes Kelley Robertson, where they eventually became naturalized American citizens in 1873. Boucicault suddenly left Agnes and their six children for 21-year old Josephine Louise Thorndyke, whom he married in Sydney, Australia in 1885. A global scandal ensued, as his marriage to Agnes was still valid. It was eventually dissolved by reason of “bigamy with adultery” in 1888.
Along the way the ever-prolific Boucicault managed to write over 125 plays, many of which he acted in both to great acclaim on Broadway, cities across the country, as well as in Australia and London. In the USA, as Irish Rep’s program informs us, Boucicault was instrumental in passing the first copyright law for drama in 1853, and he staged the first-ever matinee performance a year later.
This same period introduced several of Boucicault’s most beloved plays, including The Poor of New York, The Octoroon (the first play to treat seriously the black American population), and The Coleen Bawn, along with major technical innovations in stagecraft, including trap doors and fireproof scenery. His last play, A Tale of a Coat ran for a month in 1890 at Daly’s Theatre on Broadway the same year that Boucicault died. His final resting place is Mount Hope Cemetery at Hastings-On-Hudson, Westchester County, New York.
The premise of the play revolves around the 60-something Sir Harcourt Courtly’s (Colin McPhillamy) impending engagement to 18-year old Grace Harkaway (Caroline Strang), a young girl some 40-plus years his junior. It seems that her dead father’s will stipulated, inexplicably, that if she refuses to marry Harcourt, the estate goes to Harcourt’s son Charles (Ian Holcomb). If Grace does marry him, something she has already resigned herself to, her formidable dowry, as well as her life, becomes the property of Harcourt. In short, as both parties frequently comment on, it is an arranged marriage based on economics.
As Harcourt tells it, he has seen her “bankers account” and looks forward to the 15,000 pounds annually that this marriage will give him. As for the ever rationalizing and pragmatic Grace, adding a whiff of hope to her situation, states that the “gentleman swears eternal devotion to the lady’s fortune, and the lady swears she will outlive him still.”
Sir Harcourt’s character is brilliantly played to a fare thee well by Colin McPhillamy with delicious eye-popping double-takes, physical and facial contortions and abrupt changes of mind. While his portrayal elicits the most laughter, every character, has their own hilarious star turn.
The play begins at the London home of Harcourt with light banter between Harcourt’s tipsy son and a newly found friend Dazzle (Craig Wesley Divino), who brings him home from a night on the town. Small talk about marriage takes place between them and Harcourt’s friend, Grace’s Uncle Max Harkaway (Brian Keane). Also, on stage is the annoying presence of Mark Meddle (Evan Zes), a slimy and devious, non-stop talking lawyer, eager to make a fast buck by selling information he claims to know. With conversation at a lull, everybody leaves for Harkaway’s country estate to get the engagement underway.
Photo by Carol Rosegg
It is here at Oak Hall, amidst and amazingly detailed set (James Noone) and fabulous period costumes (Sara Jean Tosetti) which gently brings us back in time, that we first meet the lovely Grace, Harcourt’s intended, and the lusty, uber-wonderful breath of fresh air, Lady Gay Spanker (Rachel Pickup), who actually carries a whip. Her equally wonderful, and all accepting – and possibly gay – husband Adolphus Spanker (Robert Zukerman) follows her around like a puppy. In no time at all, with a good deal of double-dealing intrigue, spying on each other, clever repartee and audience-delivered asides, all hell breaks loose.
Harcourt falls in with Lady Gay. Grace and Harcourt Jr fall in love, and the shifty-eyed Meddle, eager to fill his pockets any way he can, attempts to blackmail just everybody in sight. All I can say is watching the unraveling and reweaving of everybody’s life, is a satisfying hoot, one that had the audience, myself included, leaving the theater with a big smile on our faces.
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