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Manchester Takes London by Storm: A Provincial Company Masters French Farce


Article # : 11840 

Section : THE ARTS
Issue Date : 8 / 1987  1,288 Words
Author : Herb Greer
Herb Greer is an American writer and playwright who lives in Britain and on the Continent.

       Like certain fragile wines, fin de siecle French farce does not always travel well. In crossing the English Channel, plays that should make an evening as light and delicious as a fine Monbazillac are transmogrified: The audience is deluged with English milk stout, poured from a vaguely French glass. This is what happened when the National Theatre took up the plays of Georges Feydeau, as translated by the slick and fashionable John Mortimer. Casts and directors bounded through them with a clodhopping Anglo-Saxon vigor, stirring up a heavy head of froth but very little laughter. Worse, the performances were punched through with the most annoying subtext to be found in the professional theater: "Look how jocose, look how FUNNY we are!" The ordeal of sitting through all this came close to putting me off the French-English genre altogether, and I still approach it warily in London.
       
        Happiest Quality of Theater
       
        However, the happiest quality of theater, especially very good theater, is that the best of it is never quite predictable. Manchester's Royal Exchange Theater Company has come to London with a glorious exception to the cross-Channel rule: Court in the Act opened at the Phoenix Theatre in Charing Cross Road like a gorgeous spring blossom, and the end of its run is not yet in sight. Once again Britain's second city has proved that it harbors the country's leading provincial repertory theater.
       
        The original fin de siecle piece, La Presidente, was a collaboration between the Belgian-born farce writer Maurice Hennequin and Pierre Veber, who doubled in Parisian journalism and was also a drama critic for the New York Herald. The cheekily punning English title and the translation are also a double act, from Robert Cogo-Fawcett and Graham Murray, who is an artistic director at the Royal Exchange.
       
        Court in the Act is more exciting in texture and content than the typical Feydeau play, which tends to rest on a solid base of middle-class morality, shaken and bent by permutations of scandal, marital deceit, and public embarrassment; the denouement leaves the audience with the comforting assurance that its endangered bourgeois values are, after all, secure and lasting. The Hennequin-Veber play celebrates something else; it vibrates with the spirit of an unapologetic Dionysus, shimmering with sexual fervor and high spirits in a manner that evokes the erotic paintings of Clovis Trouille.
       
        I am not going to attempt a detailed account of the plot.
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