Christmas present

By BILL RODRIGUEZ  |  December 2, 2009

Which brings us to Scrooge's redemption scene, which too often can be sprung on us abruptly, even though we know what's coming. But director Victorson has all along been careful about timing and pacing, such as knowing just when the young girl narrator (Emeline Herreid, Kateryne Nelson-Guerro) should come in, guide us with a few words, and slip out again.

This year time is taken to ease us into Ebenezer's change of heart. Those cowled creatures that got Marley drag Scrooge down to the bowels of hell, but before he wakes up on the floor of his bedroom the narrator sings him a lullaby and gives us a breath of relief. By the time Scrooge wakes up to the fact that he is newborn, feels "like a baby," and cutely curtsies back to Mrs. Partlet (Anne Scurria), we are fully convinced he is a new man. (Convinced emotionally — Dickens has already told us what to think.)

Victorson, an MFA grad in directing from the Brown/Trinity Rep conservatory, has freshened things up considerably. Let's hope her work here becomes as much a tradition as this marvelous seasonal treat.

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