David Pichette and R. Hamilton Wright's stage adaptation skips over the classic, Billy Wilder/Raymond Chandler movie and uses James M. Cain's original novella. They, and director John Gould Rubin, overstate everything. The result's a watered-down remake devoid of subtlety and, surprisingly, of menace. The designers get it right. Stephen Strawbridge's masterful lighting, combined with Keith Skretch's watery videos, recreate the film noir look effectively. The actors, however, favor broad, cartoon-like emotions and deliveries. By design? Hard to tell. The cliched script's so thin, maybe the director felt only irreverence could make it go. It doesn't. At its best, it's pseudo-noir; at worst, which is often, just a soft-boiled spoof.
Ongoing until Sunday, September 1, 2013
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