| Prince Charming. Princess, Too.: "Once Upon a Mattress" at the Prospect Park Auditorium thru April 6 |
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| Theatre - Reviews | |||
| Written by Mike Schulz | |||
| Thursday, 03 April 2008 01:57 | |||
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Based on its April 1 preview performance (and what a perfect opening date for a show about fools!), director Harold Truitt's Once Upon a Mattress - a nutty, musical re-imagining of the "Princess & the Pea" fairy tale - will likely have you laughing for a great many (positive) reasons. But I may as well start by praising Urbaitis, as his Dauntless has probably never been chosen first for anything in his life.
There's Superbad geek, and there's Revenge of the Nerds geek, and then there's Urbaitis' prince, who's the sort of stunted grown-up you want to send to bed with some Graham crackers, a box of milk, and a Ritalin. Dauntless is almost delirious at the prospect of wedding Heather McGonigle's Princess Winnifred the Woebegone, and Urbaitis reveals the character's escalating excitement through every element of his performance; he asks questions with a feverish intensity, as though his life depended on their answer, and addresses acquaintances with startlingly aggressive cheer. (When delivering a particularly energetic sentiment, the prince happily spins in a circle.) Urbaitis would be reason alone to see Once Upon a Mattress. But his on-stage girlfriend ain't too shabby, either.
Lord, how I wish the show's timing were better! The April 1 presentation was still technically a dress rehearsal, so I'm hoping that Truitt subsequently fixed some of the nagging pauses in the production, because they really kept this One Upon a Mattress from displaying the comic and musical momentum it needed to have. Too many scenes were poky and halting - particularly those involving Greg Golz's mute king, John Weigandt's minstrel, and Derek Bertelsen's jester - and the timing on the song segues needed to be far tighter. (I have a friend who hates musicals because of that dreaded five-second pause after a song cue, where the actors are given nothing to do but stare at each other until it's finally time to sing. He wouldn't have enjoyed this show.)
Plus, in addition to Once Upon a Mattress' leads, many of the show's supporting performers were in sensational form. Considering (or perhaps because of) the fact that she didn't appear to alter her facial expression even once, Valeree Pieper was hysterical as the hypochondriacal Queen Aggravain; her joyously endless Act I monologue made me want to applaud every 20 seconds, but I was afraid of disrupting the actress' exhilaratingly stream-of-consciousness diatribe.
The ever-sincere, ever-enjoyable Todd Weber seemed to be having a great time as Sir Harry (the actor's crooning - especially on Act II's "Yesterday I Loved You" - has never sounded so passionate), and Katie Casey, as Harry's pregnant intended, was dynamically entertaining. Her singing was marvelous, but better still was Casey's comedic enthusiasm, as she seemed wholly unconcerned about embracing the character of Lady Larkin's inherent, explosive silliness; the actress' shrieking of "Libertine!" at Harry felt like the zenith in profanity. (For his part, veteran area actor John Donald O'Shea was predictably enjoyable as the Wizard, and after seeing him in numerous production over the years, Mattress finally underscored the reason why - his every reading sounds like Jimmy Durante's laugh.)
In the show's opening ten minutes, Abbey Donohoe appears as a princess in line for Dauntless' hand in marriage, and Pieper's wicked queen promptly boots her out of contention. Any Music Guild production that casts the best thing in its winter production of Miracle on 34th Street as someone to be immediately gotten rid of is displaying considerable confidence. In Once Upon a Mattress, it's confidence well-earned.
For tickets, call (309)762-6610.
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