Twin peaks

Published Aug. 12, 2009 at 8:19 p.m.
...The Comedy of Errors on Boston Common
...The bay of Ephesus laps Collins Avenue in Commonwealth Shakespeare Company's Latin-tinged, frisky if over-frenetic The Comedy of Errors (at the Parkman Bandstand on Boston Common through August 16). It is not across sands of subtlety but through a spray of salsa that the perpetrators of this 1930s-South-Beach-set riff on Shakespeare's early comedy pratfall...

THREE STOOGES SHAKESPEARE?: Hey, nobody ever said The Comedy of Errors was Hamlet.

The bay of Ephesus laps Collins Avenue in Commonwealth Shakespeare Company's Latin-tinged, frisky if over-frenetic The Comedy of Errors (at the Parkman Bandstand on Boston Common through August 16). It is not across sands of subtlety but through a spray of salsa that the perpetrators of this 1930s-South-Beach-set riff on Shakespeare's early comedy pratfall, promenade, and fling beach balls as potential tragedy morphs into broad farce, with two sets of identical twins repeatedly mistaken for each other. The confusion continues to the point where you half-expect the hottie lifeguard installed by director Steven Maler to rise from his perch and scream, "Don't you get it? There are two pairs of you!" But either there's sunscreen in his eyes or he, like the rest of us, must accept on faith the premise that American Repertory Theatre mainstay Remo Airaldi and Elliot Norton Award winner Larry Coen are dead ringers. (Ditto Dan Roach and Josh Stamell, who play their debonair if abusive masters.) In fact, Airaldi and Coen, despite being gotten up in beanies, bloomers, and argyles as matching as their characters' monikers, look about as much alike as any two of the Three Stooges — with whom they appear to have taken a Shakespeare tutorial.

The good news is that, Commonwealth Shakespeare Company having been cut loose by the Citi Performing Arts Center, there is free Shakespeare on the Common for these two gifted clowns to bob in and kick up a spew of laughter from the rugrats standing in for Elizabethan groundlings. The kids near me were delighted by all the n'yuk-n'yuk bopping, spanking, and berating allotted the childlike servants by their own and each other's masters, twin aristocrats separated, along with their hapless minions, in a shipwreck shortly following their mutual nativity. Me, I was delighted that Maler, forming a new board and raising a modest $300,000, was able to keep free Shakespeare afloat and sail it down to South Beach in the era of Al Capone.

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