Making some waves

By MEGAN GRUMBLING  |  July 28, 2010

Once again, then, Fenix serves up entertaining and rambunctious fare. In fact, I have only one beef with the show: Though the '60s flavor makes for some fun musical moments and costumes (Ball's lady captain looks particularly echt in her skirts and high boots), overall it's only sporadically sustained, and so feels a little arbitrary. Surely there are other ways to play up the era — are those wise-fool jesters, for example, occasionally interested in other chemical recreations besides the house booze? Or how about the lovely sing-along of "Heigh ho, the wind and the rain" that normally ends the play, but is absent in this production: What sort of rendition might we have heard from the newly love-blissed residents of this 1960s Illyria?

But at any rate, the revels of Fenix's open-air Twelfth Night are the essence of rough-and-tumble summertime catharsis. Do come, bring your blanket and libations, and enjoy while the time of its season is high.

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TWELFTH NIGHT | by William Shakespeare | Directed by Bryant Mason | Produced by the Fenix Theatre Company | in Deering Oaks Park, through August 14 |

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