Mortality Is Funny As Well As Terrifying In Superb Absurdist Exit The King At Dramaworks
The word "hilarious" rarely applies to a bleak unblinking play about mortality, but Palm Beach Dramaworks' superb production of Eugene Ionesco's Exit The King earns it, along with "profoundly thought-provoking" and other accolades. Simply, it ranks among the best work that the company has mounted in its 13 seasons. Part Marx Brothers, part Existentialism, this reimagining of Ionesco's most accessible and linear absurdist play includes two tour de force performances by Colin McPhillamy and Angie Radosh, and endlessly inventive direction by William Hayes with Lynette Barkley. It's true that watching a play about a man dying slowly makes audience members check their watches occasionally; it's extremely difficult to keep engrossing a dramatic arc consisting of disintegration into the void. But the Dramaworks crew never allows it become boring and the triumph of the evening overall is undeniable. On one level, the 1962 play overhauled in 2007 by actor Geoffrey Rush and director Neil Armfield is about the inevitability of death and how badly human beings cope with imminent oblivion. But one level deeper, it chides human beings for squandering time and dribbling away the precious stuff of being alive. It calls us to live life as fully as possible every moment possible. The story, set in a Lookinglass fairy tale kingdom gone to seed, posits that the dissolute but seemingly healthy 400-year-old King Berenger The First is informed by his first wife, Queen Marguerite, that he will die by the end of this play – 90 minutes hence. In this magical world in which royalty blithely commands Nature with a verbal order, his death is also an unavoidable certainty... The play charts Berenger's death spiral...helped and hindered by his court: the first wife, Marguerite (Radosh) who exudes a frayed, sad disappointment in Berenger's previous refusal to acknowledge mortality; his mewling new trophy wife Queen Marie (Claire Brownell) who is totally dependent on him; his doctor/astrologer (Rob Donohoe); his remaining put-upon servant, the prole Juliette (Elizabeth Dimon), and the dim but loyal last remnant of his decimated army (Jim Ballard). For the first half of the play, Hayes and company thread a playful, wacky vibe that embraces physical comedy, likely hundreds of humorous touches and such farcical set pieces as characters chasing each other under a strobe light like the flickering images of a Keystone Kops short. This is as daffy a tone as Dramaworks has ever attempted and it fully succeeds... But as the reality of his fate sinks in and Berenger explores every stage of grief on his own behalf, the tone turns darker. The king bargains with an unknown power for more life, even if everyone else dies; he wants statues of him erected everywhere and his name to shine from history books. As the tone morphs, something even more magical happens: The vain and petty Berenger becomes pitiable in his helplessness, evoking our compassion if only in our recognition of our common plight. And then an amazing transformation of tone occurs in the final scene – a stunning combination of brilliant acting, writing and direction worth the entire evening. Berenger has physically been slipping into an inert state, but his mind and spirit refuse to succumb. In the performance that will stick with you long after the house lights come up, Radosh gently and with inestimable compassion for a flawed and frightened being, she guides Berenger's passage from life to death... Praising Radosh whose regal imperiousness and disapproval for her husband turns into such care, is actually backing into a crucial facet of this success: McPhillamy. The New York-based actor has been a frequent visitor with such dramatic roles as physicist Nils Bohr in Dramaworks' Copenhagen and philosopher Martin Heidegger in Promethean's A Report on the Banality of Love. But his rubbery, sad sack face always promised a talent for comedy. McPhillamy creates a baggy pants clown whose bottomless bag of broad vaudevillian tricks makes palatable a king who is unredeemably selfish, self-centered, ineffectual, childish, petulant, even downright nasty – a Sears catalogue of human failings. With befuddled squinty eyes, gaping mouth and elastic body language reminiscent of Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin, McPhillamy conjures an Everyman who has undeservedly stumbled into the benefits of being king without accepting any of the responsibility... Obviously, these two performances had to be shaped by Hayes, much better known for his dramatic work, and Barkley, whose credits include director and choreographer of Florida Stage's Backwards in High Heels. In three and a half weeks of rehearsal and months of work with the creative team, these two opened up a laboratory where the rest of the team could collaborate in experimentation. That has resulted in every aspect of this show being encrusted with comic filigree. Michael Amico designed a delightfully decrepit throne room with lath peeking through cracked marble, wall-high maps of the shrinking kingdom and trumpets attached to the walls that swing down when heralding an arrival. Leslye Menhouse's costumes include long, long trains for the three royals, elegant appendages that exaggerate their sense of self-importance, but also get twisted up in disarray. She has garbed Berenger in a royal purple cape covering striped pajamas and argyle socks under his slippers. Sound designer Matt Corey and lighting designer John Hall get a workout creating a dozen changes in mood, culminating in an earthquake rattling Amico's palace walls. Dramaworks has even obtained two crucial wigs from the acknowledged Broadway master of wigmaking, Paul Huntley. The supporting cast is uniformly fine and each gets their own spotlit scene. A favorite has to be Ballard's stenatorian guard who takes an introspective moment to admiringly enumerate the very long list of Berenger's accomplishments, which range from inventing the wheelbarrow to being the real author of Shakespeare's works. By reciting virtually every major achievement of all Mankind, Ionesco underscores how every effort is, in the end, worth dust in the eyes of someone who is dying... While this is much wilder than Dramaworks' usual fare–even its rare comedies–it fits in with their mission of producing classic and modern plays that make you think. One of its critical triumphs, if not a universally popular hit, was its 2008 production of Ionesco's The Chairs, a much tougher piece of surreal absurdism. In a year in which there already has been an embarrassing wealth of don't-miss productions such as Other Desert Cities, All New People, In The Heights, Lungs and Sideshow, this one soars to close to the top of the list.