The jokes range form the raunchy to the almost unbearably corny, but the actors all acquit themselves in a remarkably deadpan and unaware attitude when required, which is often, waiting out the audience's laughter with extreme -- and extremely repetitive -- aplomb. Christian Conn is more than suitably nimble with his tongue and his movements as he dances ever on the precipice of being trapped in his incessant and incorrigible untruths, and Erin Partain and Miriam Silverman as the pair of friends and deceiving would-be lovers to Conn's Dorante meld an ingenue-ish innocence with a modicum of wicked devilry, taking Ives words and making them both delicious to mouth and to hear. None of the actors fails to play their part perfectly to the hilt, hitting all of the extremes that the period and the modern script demand, demonstrating the extent of the wonderful theatrical talents that this city has...
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