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October 11, 2010 | by  | in Theatre |
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The Misanthrope

The Misanthrope is a really hard play to stage. As a text it reads as effortlessly, if somewhat contrivedly, funny. Written in rhyme and French in the 17th century, it tells the story of the one man in a world full of flatterers and deceivers who is willing to speak his mind. Unfortunatey he lacks the tact to realise that you don’t have to speak your mind all the time. Also, he’s in love with a girl who’s a total bitch. Hilarity ensues.

It is harder than it sounds to put on. Not that you’d know that from Long Cloud’s production which takes Moliere’s unhurried float of a pace and turns into a vibrant bullrush of a play. This show surges ahead like a tiger on a treadmill. The heighed performances and cartoonish costumes dazzle and draw you in equal measure.

However, one could not help but feel that this production was still a mite too long at two hours, and that a few cuts could have brought it to an all the more appropriate 90 or 100 minutes or so.

The Misanthrope
Wri. Moliere
Dir. Willem Wassenaar
At WPAC

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Uther was one of the two arts editors in 2009. He was the horoscopier and theatre writer in 2010. Alongside Elle Hunt, Uther was coeditor in 2011.

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