by William Shakespeare
Directed by Mark Lamos
Starring John Cullum, Martha Plimpton,
Michael Cerveris, Phylicia Rashad, John Pankow
Vivian Beaumont Theatre at Lincoln Center
150 East 65th Street

Given that Cymbeline is one of the BardŐs lesser-performed Ňproblem playsÓ and that the director of its latest area mounting is Mark Lamos, a regional notable, whose NYC productions have been (in my experience) rarely better than unremarkably efficient, the production currently playing at Lincoln Center is far better than youŐd expect it to be.


               This odd tale (named equally oddly for a secondary character) in which both royal family and romantic loyalties are tested (at first with mercenarily falsified results), seems to have been written a bit on automatic pilot, as if Shakespeare threw in as many familiar conventions as he could in an effort to meet a deadline, or to ŇsolveÓ a structure that was plaguing him by simply finishing the damn thing one way or another—and Mr. Lamos seems to have that in the back of his mind. In the tone of his production, he forthrightly confronts narrative quirks and clumsy exposition so that, rather than roll our eyes in impatience, we feel let in on the joke. Which is to say, no oneŐs trying to sell us a bill of goods. This isnŐt great Shakespeare, but enough of it is fun Shakespeare to give us a decent evening. Not that Mr. Lamos has it played for laughs; he honors the real stakes of each situationÉbut he understands the value of tongue-in-cheek that doesnŐt violate verisimilitude.


               The ensemble is a mixed bag that ranges from stalwartly reliable (the ubiquitous Herb Foster the iconic representation of that category) to juicily engaging, and under that heading, more than a few of the leads can take their bow, among them Martha Plimpton, Phylicia Rashad, Michael Cerveris, John Pankow and John Cullum.


               A must see? Not so much. A you wonŐt be sorryÉ? Much more like, if you know going in that it is what it is. Plus, itŐs opulently presented and pretty to look at. Which beats being pursued by a bear. (Oh, wait, thatŐs The WinterŐs Tale. Oh wellÉ)

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