An orphaned boy with no name (guess who) joins forces with a young girl, Molly, guarding a trunk filled with bits of fallen stars which possess great magical powers. And there’s an evil pirate named Black Stache who, at some point, looks likely to have his hand replaced by a hook. The boy, Molly and Stache, along with various pirates, Jack Tars, island natives and one crocodile, get mashed together in a story spanning the turbulent seas and a beautiful tropical paradise.
The plot, though, hardly matters. The entire evening is an occasion of theater —specifically the imagination of theater, and how seasoned comedy performers can dream up worlds of entertainment out of a nothing but a few props, hard work and razzle-dazzle.
Director Kathryn Markey and her gung-ho student cast can’t be accused of holding back: Everyone gives their all, and the level of commitment is through the roof. This very large cast is having a great deal of fun, and works overtime to generate that enjoyment in the audience.
The one drawback is, perhaps, that it’s all too much. There are too many performers on stage (this production nearly doubles the cast size); there’s too much set (it should be just a couple of ladders and boxes, not these very location-specific designs); and too much in the way of unfocused playing and hazy stage patterns in a comedy requiring an achingly perfected, laser-sharp performance style.
So I can’t say this production hits the available heights, but in the attempt, it scores an evening of fun.