This 1677 play by Aphra Behn, the first professional female British playwright, is a rollicking Restoration comedy. There really isn’t much of a plot to summarize, other than a bunch of people running around in masks and cross-gender outfits, trying to get laid.
Director David Bond lets each part of his visionary production fight for prominence: the sumptuous costumes by Nina Bova, the monumental scenic design by Caitlin Ayer, and the rich lighting by Olivia LoVerde. But the first two of these evolve out of their respective period modes to the point of ostentation, with the clothing verging on ridiculous. For example, one character goes from wearing 17th-century garb to sporting futuristic gold tennis shoes that would have made L.C. Greenwood jealous.
Andrew Richardson, as Willmore, the sailor, has a wry waggishness that could make him Captain Jack Sparrow’s ancestor, and keeps the audience engaged over the course of a demanding, three-hour show. Victoria Pedretti is dynamic as Hellena, his love interest, who disguises herself as a man, which was contemporaneously referred to as a “breeches role” and considered risqué at the time.
Dramaturg Kate Burgess provides an insightful program essay on Aphra Behn, analyzing her proto-feminist role in the Restoration theater, and her impact since.
Perhaps the ethos of the drama is best summarized by Willmore: “There’s no sinner like a young saint.” Behn, also a harbinger, and iconoclast, would certainly appreciate this very modern evocation of her work.