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NEW REVIEW
THEATER PICK
PERICLES REDUX
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Photo courtesy of Not Man Apart Productions

Scholars have long discussed whether Shakespeare wrote  the entirety of Pericles, Prince of Tyre or collaborated with another writer. (Given the play's convoluted elements, most commentators have concluded the latter.)  Incorporating aspects of Grotowski's Poor Theater, choreographer and director John Farmanesh-Bocca's brilliant interpretation,
Pericles Redux, employs music, dance and comic spectacle to layer the frequently undistinguished text with humor and depth.  Farmenesh-Bocca plays Pericles in a production that begins with a mesmerizing dance prologue, suggesting Job battling the oppressive forces of fate. It then launches into the actual plot, which involves the prince's flight from a wicked king, his winning of a beautiful princess, his loss of her in a shipwreck, and his desolate wanderings under the false assumption that both his wife Dionyza and daughter Marina  are dead. (Both  roles are winningly played by Jennifer Landon, though in the denouement, gifted young dancer Rachel McGuinness takes over as Marina).  Among the show's memorably funny sequences are the court tournament in which Pericles, armed only with a fork, duels in increasingly lopsided odds; and a brothel scene in which plucky adolescent Marina, equipped with both prayer and martial arts, outsmarts the lechers targeting her chastity. Played out on a large bare proscenium, the piece expands its macrocosmic reach by virtue of designers Randy Brumbaugh's lighting and Adam Phalen's sound.  The ensemble proves versatile and accomplished, with significant contributions to staging from fight captain Dash Pepin and co-choreographer and dance captain Vincent Cardinale. Kirk Douglas Theatre, 9820 Washington Blvd., Culver City; Wed., Fri.-Sun..; thru July 26. (213) 628-2772. A Not Man Apart Production.
--Deborah Klugman

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NEW REVIEW GOD BOX
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