When she stood before her troops before they set out to fight the Spanish Armada, Queen Elizabeth I assured her men that she was strong enough for warfare. "I may have the body of a weak and feeble women," she famously declared, "but I have the heart and stomach of a king." Eight years ago, the late playwright Timothy Findley took her at her word and created Elizabeth Rex, a fascinating play that examines gender roles as much as it plays "What-If" with history. The play opened to rave reviews at the Stratford Festival of Canada in 2000, and went on to win numerous accolades and awards. Despite its success, however, it has enjoyed relatively few productions, and is only now arriving in New York, courtesy of Nicu's Spoon.
What precedes
and
follows this line is one of the most unabashedly emotional, intense
and intellectual plays in recent memory. As the night drags on and the
execution draws nearer, Ned and the Queen test and torment each other
to find hidden strengths and emotions. The greatest beauty of Findley's
script is in the poetic language and in the raw emotions, which make
any attempts at overacting disastrous. And
therein lies the biggest problem inNicu's Spoon's
production: while there are moments of great beauty, other
moments are so overplayed that they lose their intensity, and just when
breathtakingly dramatic moment reaches its peak, it teeters into
melodrama. Joanne Zipay's
direction seems somewhat tentative, and for every bullseye she scores,
she misses another. Ultimately, the production is disappointingly
uneven, and never really finds its emotional base.
The leading actors in the large ensemble are a study in contradictions. As the Queen,
Stephanie Barton-Farcas never quite seems fully regal, often hissing where it
seems she should roar. But she does radiate a quiet strength that
serves many scenes well, and when she does finally find her voice,
she is truly formidable and majestic. Inversely, as Ned, Michael Digioia
shouts and
over-enunciates his words where he might speak quietly, but gets the
heart of the character in Act II when he stops overacting and simply
plays the character with poignant honesty. As Shakespeare, Scott Nogi
is witty and winsome, but never quite captures the torment and
heartbreak that rages beneath the character's glib surface. Faring
better with smaller roles, Andrew Hutcheson is a smart and dry Jack Edmond, a defiant Irish actor, and Merle Louise is a powerfully quiet presence as the Countess of Henslowe.
(For some reason, several of the actors speak with fluctuating English
accents that don't really seem necessary. They sound much more natural
and comfortable in their own voices.) Rien Schlecht's costumes and John
Trevellini's set are simple and effective, and Steven Wolf's lighting
make this the brightest barn in all of England.
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