At the risk of being called “cranky”—is there some reason that articulation was so f/ing soft (to the point of non-existent) sometimes? Sing the vowels, by all means—but sing the consonants, too. Several cast members had fine tone—but I didn’t understand a single word they mushed out. And then you get Marc Ginsberg and Stanton Morales, who were completely intelligible. If there’s such a thing as “textbook excellence” they embodied it.
Ok. Yes. I’m cranky. And some people have stale oatmeal for enunciation. I’d rather be cranky.
My overall impression
True “black box theatre”—with all the magic that such locations can contain. It’s very good to be reminded that costumes and sets are sprinkles on top of the ice cream, not the creamy deliciousness that really matters. Such it was with last night’s performance of “The Scarlet Pimpernell” with the always lovely Caitlin Gallogly, and two of the strongest male performances I’ve seen in many a moon from Marc Ginsberg (Chauvelin) and Stanton Morales (Percy Blakeney). And while I’m on the topic: I cheerfully throw flowers at the feet of the “supporting” cast: Adam Trent, Donna Louden, Cole Cuomo, Patrick Cheek, Carolyn Lupin, and Elizabeth Eden. Extra cheers for the musicians. Directed and choreographed with a skilled hand by Katharine McDonough, and Music Direction by Sean Alexander Bart, if you can still get a ticket for this little wonder—DO IT! DO IT NOW!