By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
People use the phrase "Restoration comedy" far too loosely, often applying it mistakenly even to Sheridan's plays, which premiered more than a century after Charles II was "restored" to the English throne in 1660. The rage for this peculiar mode of urban sex comedyarrogant, dark-spirited, and salaciouswas already on the wane by the time Farquhar, a failed actor barely turned 20, came to London from Dublin to try his hand at playwriting. The small indoor theaters with their overpriced tickets that had been the bastions of aristocratic privilege in Charles II's day, showing works by Etherege and his ilk that reflected the newly empowered royalist audience's snobberies, had long since been rebuilt and enlarged to accommodate the rising middle class. By the late 1690s, snobbery was out and mercantilism was in. The Puritans, who had been scattered in Charles's time, were again making noise, with the theater being one of their favorite targets. 1698, the year of Farquhar's arrival in London and of his first playwriting success, Love and a Bottle, is also the year of Jeremy Collier's Short View of the Immorality and Profaneness of the English Stage, the pamphlet that, despite all the indignant ripostes and onstage jokes it triggered, would eventually lead to the reforms that crippled English comedy with a century-long case of sentimentality, until Shaw and Wilde came down from Dublin to rescue itas Congreve and Farquhar had done before themfrom the twin evils of plodding lewdness on the one hand and grim-chinned priggishness on the other.
Farquhar never plods, and though his moral outlook is a considerable cut above his Caroline predecessors in decency, no one could possibly call him a prig. His infectious high spirits find a perfect expression in the extravagant diction of The Constant Couple's hero, Sir Harry Wildair, performed by Bradford Cover with brash, bold cheeriness, who serves as fulcrum to the play's seesawing twin plots. Like his double-dealing friend Vizard (David L. Townsend) and Vizard's naively trusting pal, Colonel Standard (John Pasha), Sir Harry is fixated on the enticing but endlessly manipulative Lady Lurewell (Rachel Botchan), who, seduced and abandoned when a virginal country girl, has come to London to use her inherited wealth and newly ripened charms solely for revenge on men. Simultaneously, both Sir Harry and Vizard have designs on the latter's innocent cousin Angelica (Jolly Abraham), daughter of an impoverished gentlewoman (Joanne Camp). The catch is that Vizard, shunned by honest Angelica, has tricked Sir Harry into thinking that she's an expensive whore and her mother's lodgings a bordello.
While Vizard and Lady Lurewell look like colorful preliminary sketches for Sheridan's Joseph Surface and Lady Sneerwell, the wrong-house prank suggests a bawdier first draft of such late 18th-century frolics as Goldoni's Venetian Twins and Goldsmith's She Stoops to Conquer. Meantime, the emotional convolutions between Lady Lurewell and Colonel Standard, like those that spring from the misunderstanding between Sir Harry and Angelica, prefigure the deeper psychological torments Sheridan depicted in The Rivals' Falkland and Julia. Farquhar's good-humored, unserious way of resolving these relationships, though, implies a wholly different view of comedypuff pastry to Sheridan's bittersweet chocolate. More like the Restoration style and its Jacobean forebears are the two rowdy low-comic subplots: One involves Vizard's uncle (Dominic Cuskern), a Puritanical alderman who is also greedy, lecherous, and a tax dodger; the second centers on his apprentice (Eduardo Placer), who has inherited wealth and turned fop, to the dismay of his country-bumpkin brother (Sean McNall). Pursued by both fop and hypocrite, Lurewell gives both their deserved comeuppance.
Randich's staging, largely straightforward, lets Stephen Petrilli's astute, economical lighting evoke the play's many locales. She has one good ideausing contemporary props like wheeled shoes and bicycle helmets to hook the events gently to our own timeand one bad one: turning the text's rhymed scene endings into musical numbers that stall the action and make hash of the verbal sense. Farquhar's own music should have been enough for her. But she gets by easily, thanks to generally competent acting overall, seven better- quality performances (Botchan, Camp, Cuskern, McNall, Pasha, Placer, and Robin Leslie Brown as Lurewell's French maid), and, most of all, to Cover, whose acting has unstiffened over the years without losing its vocal resourcefulness, so that he can catch Sir Harry all the way up and down the scale, from the good-hearted roaring boy always ready for a lewd joke to the poetry-spouting gent perfect in his courtesy toward genteel ladies. He could charm you into believing that the Restoration's sexual mores had some validity after all.