By New Times
By Robrt L. Pela and Amy Silverman
By Katrina Montgomery
By Kathleen Vanesian
By Monica Alonzo
By Benjamin Leatherman
By Robrt L. Pela
By Katrina Montgomery
I'd like very much to say that this production was worth the wait, but I cannot. Although they've paid for the pool and found the actors to fill it, the result is a weak dog paddle of a play that's lacking in production values, attractive set design, and engaging acting.
Then again, Dering (who directed) hasn't much to work with here. Mary Zimmerman's sluggish, Story Theater approach to Ovid's 3,000-year-old myths sucks the style right out of Greek mythology with over-obvious narration and a rather profound earnestness. (Her previous work includes more straightforward adaptations of The Odyssey and The Arabian Nights.) Dering clearly had a blast setting up these many drenched tableaux, and several of his choices are smart and funny. I especially liked the gently choreographed, water ballet-like falls and dips, and the several clever references to the show's oddball setting, as when Phaeton, whose father is the sun, gripes about his daddy complex to a poolside therapist while lounging on an inflatable raft. But Dering's eye for cool visuals can't compensate for Zimmerman's sleepy, pretentious script.
Neither can his cast. Johanna Carlisle is fun to watch in bits both solemn and silly, but hers are the only performances that don't grate. I often enjoy Kerry McCue, yet here I found nothing to love in her poker-faced dramatics and too loony attempts at comedy.
The rest of the players splash their way through scene after scene yet make no waves with their emoting, especially James Ray, a giant pink eraser of a man whose sheepish delivery made it clear he wished he were anywhere but up on that waterlogged stage.
At least the second act was easier to watch, because the row of theater queens seated in front of us all filed out at intermission, never to return. I eavesdropped as they headed for the parking lot. "It was a bunch of short stories, not one long one," one of them said to another. "That's why you had a hard time following it."
"Oh," the first one replied. "I wondered why the characters' names kept changing."
One can't blame Zimmerman or Dering for an audience's lack of comprehension, and I genuinely wish that Dering's enthusiasm for this wiggy adaptation of ancient mythology were enough to sell it. But it's apparent within minutes of this soggy muddle's creaky commencement that its cast and crew are in over their heads.