The Servant Of Two Masters (at the Guthrie, through January 20).  First some mechanicals come out in semi-darkness, speaking pidgin Italian.  They kill the lights and we have an exquisite firefly effect: twinkling lights, hundreds of them, seeming to float o’er the McGuire stage (three cheers for lighter Chuan-Chi Chan).  Then the lights shoot up and we get an ebullient song.  All very nice. Then the actors begin to act, and the play starts with a vengeance.  Holy moley  these artists are terrific.  Everyone is a marvel: the roly-poly Il Dottore (Don Darryl Rivera) with the oversized belly and the Rudolph the Reindeer nose (major praise for costumologist Valérie Thérèse Bart); the angular agèd yet energized Allen Gilmore as Pantalone; the mesmerizingly shrill and yet, somehow, utterly sweet Adina Verson as the feckless Clarice; and (my personal fave) Liz Wisan as Clarice’s not particularly faithful servant with her barely controlled and mysteriously sexy hysteria.  Then, of course, there are the two masters, Florindo (the lithe and fluid Jesse J. Perez, who makes Dick Shawn appear moody and pensive), beloved of Beatrice, played by the gorgeously talented Sarah Agnew, pretending to be a man (she didn’t fool me.  Ha). Here’s what […]

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