Author: Jill Kimball

WESTWORD: Review: The Comedy of Errors Doubles Down at the Shakespeare Festival

Director Geoffrey Kent’s inventiveness and the answering playfulness of his cast combine to create a joyous, light-as-air celebration.

Egeon of Syracuse turns up in Ephesus searching for his lost son, Antipholus, and his son’s servant, Dromio — or, in this production of The Comedy of Errors, directed by Geoffrey Kent for the Colorado Shakespeare Festival, his daughter, Antiphola, and her servant, Dromia. Setting foot in Ephesus is death for any Syracusan, however. Confronted by the Duke of Ephesus and forced to plead for his life, Egeon tells his story of two sets of twins — one set his, the second a servant’s — and a shipwreck during which he and his wife were separated, she with one twin daughter and servant, he with another. Those he raised left to search for their long-lost siblings; unknown to him, the other twins are indeed living in Ephesus, and this Antiphola is a married woman. Touched by Egeon’s story, the duke gives him time to come up with the money to save his life.

Identical twins and lots of complications form the plot, with the Antipholas being mistaken for each other; and the dual Dromias given orders and delivering results to the wrong mistresses, who respond with predictable fury. Ephesus Antiphola’s husband, Adriano, begins to seethe with jealousy at his wife’s inexplicable behavior, and Syracuse’s unmarried Antiphola falls for Luciano, her twin’s brother-in law — to both his and Adriano’s consternation.

There’s not a lot of poetry to this play, one of Shakespeare’s slightest, but there’s an occasional serious undertone — the endless beatings bestowed on the poor Dromias (though Shakespeare’s audiences did seem to find beatings intensely funny) and heartfelt musings by a couple of characters about the roles of men and women in society. Some directors also highlight Egeon’s exile and sad plight, but while Kent’s sunny production nods briefly to these shadows, his primary focus is on farce, with high-energy, high-spirited characterizations, absurd improvisations and dozens of zany touches.

He has set the action in 1930s Paris, gleefully deploying every cheesy cliché you can think of: Edith Piaf songs, cafe tables tended by shirt-sleeved waiters, baguettes, cancan dancing, a strolling accordionist — Alicia Baker, whose skilled musicianship adds greatly to the pleasure of the production. Also: feathered headdresses for the dancers and berets for the Dromias (Meghan Anderson Doyle gets credit for the flattering, easy-moving costumes). Some of the bits are deliberately silly, some downright inspired. Egeon is treated to a long, drawn-out demonstration of the beheading that awaits him, starting with a menacingly raised ax and ending with an anti-climactic pop; a horde of rampaging men in white arrive to carry one of the Antipholas off to the madhouse, but she’s a match for all of them; a goldsmith demanding payment is played by a real-life youngster (Avi Levin) who looks like the kind of knife-wielding little thug Fagin would have employed in Oliver Twist. The beatings become comic, featuring the above-mentioned baguettes.

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