Satisfied with their preparations,
the intrepid trio advance, umbrellas at ready, hacking their way through
the steaming tangle of nonsequitors that is On the Verge, Eric Overmyer’s
wily and witty comedy of the mind currently at the Colony.
Leading the way is no nonsense Mary Baltimore from Boston, a collector of artifacts, played with radiant fortitude by Barbara Beckley. Her exhilaration at the discovery of the stray specimen is infectious, making anthropologists of us all.
At her side is the romantic Fanny, a housewife from Terra Haute with a fascination for Zulus. Lindy Nisbet gives the character a sweet battiness and genteel determination which is more than a match for the occasional cannibal one encounters on such a trek.
Splendid Sheri Galan is Alexandra, the youngest. A miss of the new age, she carries a Kodak and privately promotes trousers for women. As the jargon of now begins invading her Victorian vocabulary, little does she know that right around the bend lurks a bigger surprise, the troll on the Harley.
With the new Equity rules
making shows with large casts an economic problem, director Michael David
Wadler has found a simple solution. Cast Jonathan Palmer, he can play them
all. And he does. From Mr. Coffee to Madame Nhu, Palmer offers more characterizations
than a novel by Dickens, each one of them perfectly delineated. Perfect
also are the video and sound designs of Michael David Wadler and Vince
Acosta which take us from mountain peaks to the heart of a kaleidoscope.
Copyright 1989 L.A. Review