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Present Laughter

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Time Out says

4 out of 5 stars

Theater review by David Cote

I’ve just learned what it takes to create an absolutely splendid revival of Noël Coward’s Present Laughter: Step 1: Cast Kevin Kline; Step 2: Hire a director whose name sounds like a punch line Coward might have considered—Moritz von Stuelpnagel. But not any Moritz will do. Find the one who helmed the equally hilarious but tonally rather different demon-possessed–sock-puppet satire Hand to God. There are further details (inviting design, surrounding Kline with a smashing cast), but the simple act of handing America’s greatest exemplar of comic suavity a role he was born to play is half the battle.

Not that Kline merely swans about in smoking jackets dispensing Coward’s lemony bon mots; he’s working up there, maintaining the patter’s merciless pace, reclining lengthwise over divans or tearing up and down the stairs in designer David Zinn’s elegant yet cozy living-room set. Kline just makes it look easy. And although he portrays stage egomaniac Garry Essendine, Kline is the very model of a star who lets his brilliance illuminate everyone around him.

And what a gorgeous constellation they form: empress of daffy confusion Kristine Nielsen as Garry’s put-upon secretary; archly amused Kate Burton as his not-quite-ex-wife; Reg Rogers in rolling bluster as a neurotic director; and Bhavesh Patel being genuinely creepy as the unhinged young playwright Roland Maule. I could go on, doling praise to Peter Francis James’s dapper cuckold of a producer and Tedra Millan as the latest stagestruck girl drawn into Garry’s self-adoring orbit. As a dangerously alluring social climber, Cobie Smulders looks terrific in evening dress, and nails her overly plummy accent.

Von Stuelpnagel’s assured, charged staging serves the play and characters in a way the Roundabout’s abysmal 2010 production at the American Airlines Theatre did not. Then, Victor Garber’s Garry barely registered, but Kline enlivens each moment with palpable zest and impeccable style, arrogant brio shading into middle-aged insecurity with a twitch of his perfectly trimmed mustache. He must do more Coward or share his secrets. If Kline can’t immediately commit to Private Lives and Blithe Spirit, we may resort to cloning.

St. James Theatre. By Noël Coward. Directed by Moritz von Stuelpnagel. With Kevin Kline, Kate Burton, Kristine Nielsen, Cobie Smulders, Bhavesh Patel, Reg Rogers, Matt Bittner, Ellen Harvey, Peter Francis James, Tedra Millan and Sandra Shipley. Running time: 2hrs 30mins. One intermission. Through July 2.

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