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June 16, 2014

I’ve been tough on the Shakespeare tragedies recently, but the comedies are no less rich in potential problems for modern audiences. Start with the interfering gods and fairies, the lusty wenches and dimwit rustics. Then add the disguises and outrageous coincidences. Swallow if you can the identical twins. The cross-gender identical twins. The sum of all this is often twee. Some of the titles and subtitles even put you on notice that the plot mechanics may not stand up to serious consideration: As You Like It. What You Will. The Comedy of Errors. Much Ado About Nothing. Despite its especially dismissive name, Much Ado is actually the outlier in that list. It does feature dimwit rustics, briefly, and one masked dance in which a disguise results in an unlikely misunderstanding. But the rest of the comedy is utterly unmasked: It is purely, intensely, and naturally human. For the most part, the motivations that elsewhere bob on otherworldly currents are anchored here in the heart’s deep bed. The sparring Beatrice and Benedick are not the greatest Shakespearean couple just because of their “merry war,” though the felicity of their wit is unparalleled. It’s also because they have their reasons.

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June 17, 2014

In a fussy bit of business employed multiple times in the Shakespeare in the Park summer staging of Much Ado About Nothing, a garden trellis wall flanking designer John Lee Beatty’s gorgeous 19th century Sicilian villa slides away as if by magic, with music providing the force that muscle cannot. This is perplexing given that unlike, say, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, this play’s turmoil of the heart is the result purely of foolish human behavior, and not of some mysterious enchantment. However, magic is essentially missing from the chemistry of Lily Rabe and Hamish Linklater as Beatrice and Benedick, the verbal sparring partners whose “skirmish of wit” should ignite the romantic comedy. Which is not to say that having mismatched characterizations in the central reluctant romance completely dampens one of Shakespeare’s most enjoyable works. In fact, during a drizzly first press performance that had to be paused at one point near the conclusion when the rain grew too heavy, the wetter the lead actors became the more they appeared to loosen up and enjoy one another’s company.

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June 16, 2014

Preseasoning boosts the flavors of many dishes — and plays. It does the trick for the Public Theater’s Much Ado About Nothing, which spices things up before anyone, including Shakespeare in the Park veterans Lily Rabe and Hamish Linklater, utter a word of dialogue. First, there’s a disembodied voice that causes a commotion. And then — presto! — a pretty melody sets a stubbornly immobile vine-covered wall in motion. The point: Sweet magic is in the air. The preshow tricks lend wit and warmth to this well-seasoned and tasty take on the Bard. The foodie metaphors are fitting since director Jack O’Brien’s good-looking staging prominently feature an orange tree heavy with fruit, plus a vegetable garden. Fertile place, that Sicily. But what’s really blooming is the love between a woman and a man so seemingly mismatched that they, of course, belong together. That’s the immutable law of romantic comedy — and this Shakespeare play is the timeless rom-com template.

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June 16, 2014

All those giddy young lovers in Shakespeare’s pastoral comedies have a regrettable tendency to blur into one another. Except, of course, for Beatrice and Benedick, that quick-witted, quarrelsome pair in Much Ado About Nothing. Lily Rabe and Hamish Linklater, favorites with Gotham auds, would seem ideally cast (by helmer Jack O’Brien) as those squabbling lovers, in the summer’s first Public Theater production of Shakespeare in the Park. Strange to say, this perfect romance begins on an awkward note, not really clicking until deep into the second act — just in time to restore our faith in these enchanting lovers. It’s tempting to credit this restorative power to a creative team with the singular expertise it takes to turn an outdoor stage into a magical place.

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June 17, 2014

Fair weather never lasts forever, not even in the Eden-like patch of Sicily that has popped up in Central Park. That’s the setting for Jack O’Brien’s pleasure-filled production of Much Ado About Nothing, which opened on Monday night at the Delacorte Theater. Though skies and temperaments are sunny when the show begins, you’re always conscious of brooding storms waiting to make their angry entrances. This being Shakespeare in the Park, where everyone is at the mercy of the elements, such apprehension operates on two levels. The night I caught this Much Ado — which confirms the reputation of its leading lady, Lily Rabe, as one of our sharpest and most spirited young interpreters of Shakespeare — the rains came. They copiously watered the cast and the audience, as well as the fruitful gardens that are part of John Lee Beatty’s summertime idyll of a set. Yet, if anything, the showers only enhanced the show’s holiday spirit, as well as the play’s suggestion that bright horizons often teasingly recede as we pursue them.

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