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The convoluted political negotiations surrounding Pope John Paul II's trip to Cuba next week seem facile compared to the grave robbing, relic switching, and sundry other ecumenical dirty tricks attendant to a papal visit in playwright Michael Hollinger's farce Incorruptible. Even though the play's setting in France sometime around 1250 A.D. is inarguably remote, some pious theatergoers may nonetheless think that Catholicism isn't suitable material for a comedy. They needn't worry. The virtually humorless two-hour production of Incorruptible now being presented at Manalapan's Florida Stage gave me a respectful understanding of the concept of purgatory -- and I'm not even Catholic.
If they were of a Gregorian order, the medieval monks at the struggling Priseaux monastery might chant "Brother, Can You Spare a Dime?" They contend with townspeople who won't tithe and fickle pilgrims who no longer pay to worship the bones of St. Foy, which lie upon the chapterhouse's altar. As the would-be comedy begins, Brother Martin (Dan Leonard), who apparently missed the sermon on avarice, dickers with a haggard-looking peasant woman (Viki Boyle) over the price of a prayer to St. Foy: "I don't have a penny," she pleads.
"If you don't have a penny," the monk replies, "you don't have a prayer." (This early exchange coaxed a rare laugh out of the audience the night I was there, a rarity indicating that the old woman wasn't the only thing on the stage without a prayer.)
Although finally given permission by the monastery's abbot (Traber Burns) to worship, the villager spitefully informs the brothers that she's off to spend what little money she has at the neighboring Abbey of Bernay, which boasts a holy relic that is engendering an abundance of miracles. Nor is she alone. The agitated novice Felix (Tom Wahl) breathlessly announces that the Pope is forgoing a visit with the brothers in order to stay at the abbey, whose cutthroat abbess (Lourelene Snedeker) claims to possess the real bones of St. Foy.
Knowing they can raise the money needed to continue their charitable work only by hosting the Pope and showing him a fully functioning, miracle-generating relic, the abbot, Martin, and Felix, along with a musclebound novice named Olf (David Bugher), undertake a zany scheme that involves the peasant woman's promiscuous daughter Marie (Leila Piedrafita) and the crooked minstrel Jack (Charlie Kevin), whom she intends to marry.
Hollinger appears to have borrowed more than his play's setting from Catholicism -- his pacing also recalls the institution that took 342 years to pardon Galileo for teaching that the Earth isn't the center of the universe. The details of the monks' con game aren't revealed until the play is half over. Without giving away too much, however, I can tell you that the plot involves blackmail, missing sweethearts, desecrated graves, mutilated corpses, and the faked body of a nondecaying "incorruptible" saint. The latter ruse is no small feat in a production this rotten.
Hollinger, who teaches play writing at Villanova University and the University of Pennsylvania, won the F. Otto Haas Award for Emerging Theatre Artist in 1996 based largely on the acclaim Incorruptible received after it premiered at Philadelphia's Arden Theatre Company. (The first of his three full-length plays, Incorruptible evolved through four years of developmental readings and workshops before opening in 1996.) The Philadelphia Inquirer praised its "remarkable, dexterous craftsmanship" and labeled the piece a "funny, endearing black comedy." If this notice accurately reflects the state of local theater in that city, then I understand why W.C. Fields reportedly said he'd rather be dead than alive and in Philadelphia.
Dodging real satire, Hollinger ridicules Catholicism while shying away from drawing any modern parallels -- even though the monks' greed and the faithful's clamor for a celebrity saint of the month provide ample opportunity to do so. Just as it ignores contemporary allusions, Incorruptible also declines to engage in any ironic historic revisionism, despite a program note that states "this sort of thing really happened." Because Hollinger fails to illuminate his Dark Ages religious comedy with satire or historical insight, it's a mystery why he bothers to lampoon religion at all, unless he thinks men cavorting in robes are inherently funny. And yet he could be on to something: Witness the inexplicable success of Nunsense and its two sequels.
Handed a one-joke script bereft of even snappy one-liners, director Gail Garrisan strives to present a no-holds-barred farce, gamely attempting to camouflage Incorruptible's numerous shortcomings with a catalogue of well-known comic conventions: Great thunderclaps sound at every mention of the abbess's name; a chase around a pillar is interrupted while the quarry stops to watch his pursuer continue to circle the column; and a person hiding in a sack gets shuffled among body bags in a macabre shell game. But it would take one of St. Foy's miracles to pull off a comedy without comics.
With the exception of the over-the-top Boyle and Snedeker, the cast resembles a convention of vaudeville's best straight men, all of them seriously pursuing the wild scheme completely unaware of its lunacy. Dispensing with comic turns in favor of dramatic character development, the actors opt for realism rather than milking the script for guffaws. Granted, Burns earnestly conveys the abbot's frustration at not being able to go into his family's bread-baking business, and Wahl tugs at our hearts with Felix's tale of unrequited love, but they forget that it's more important to show us how clowns make us laugh than what makes them cry. Lacking a few characters that can propel the comedy with winking asides, Incorruptible is less a farce than it is an unsupervised outing to a facility for criminally insane religious workers.