She is particularly fine in the would-be seduction scene, when Iachimo visits in the name of her love, aggressively makes some moves, and then, when he is rebuffed, says it was all just Posthumus's idea to test her. Hoffman, in a black motorcycle jacket and with an extravagantly brazen gaze over Reddy's body, makes a great lech, drenching his words in innuendo, and Reddy gives Imogen a very fun ambivalence over his advances — she's at once aghast and a little aroused, and when she's told it was all a charade, trace disappointment is palpable in her relief.
Ultimately, of course, everything works out for most of the people of Cymbeline, with the exception of the man who becomes bifurcated. I couldn't decide which iteration of him was more entertaining — the high-gore polymers of his head, or the rest of him, which looks a little like a pillow that's about ready to be retired from a porn set.
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CYMBELINE | by William Shakespeare | Directed by Michael Levine | Produced by Acorn Productions | part of Naked Shakespeare's Riverbank Festival in Westbrook | through May 22 | acorn-productions.org
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