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Touted as a comedy-thriller, Corpse! is more accurately a thriller-comedy in which the suspenseful plotting of the first act gives way to farce in the second. Picture a film adaptation of an Agatha Christie mystery starring Benny Hill and you'll have some idea of the myriad plot twists and loony slapstick offered in this 1986 British import now running at the Actors' Playhouse in Coral Gables.
Set in London, the action takes place on December 11, 1936, as the city waits for King Edward VIII to turn his crown over to his brother. Inside his seedy studio apartment overflowing with theatrical memorabilia, unemployed actor Evelyn Farrant (Wayne LeGette) has plans for his own brother: murder.
Munching on the French bread and pate he pilfered on his latest shoplifting expedition, Evelyn tells his amorous landlady Mrs. McGee (Harriet Oser) that his money troubles are about to end. She suggests that, in the meantime, she'd be willing to help Evelyn out personally with the "bed" part of his bed-and-board arrangement. Evelyn, who is gay, dodges her advances.
Evelyn then welcomes con man Ambrose Powell (Gary Marachek) into his home, and the game is officially afoot. Dubiously calling himself "Major," Powell cases the apartment for items he can slip into his pockets as he listens, with growing discomfort, to Evelyn's convoluted scheme: Powell will kill Evelyn's rich twin Rupert that very evening and Evelyn will assume his identity.
Powell doesn't have much of a choice. Evelyn, who seems to know everything about the major's unsavory past, threatens blackmail, so Powell puts the plan into motion by paying a visit to the stylish Art Deco apartment of the penny-pinching Rupert (also LeGette). From here on in, Corpse! serves up a deli's worth of red herrings and clues, including a hidden room, ulcer pills taken at regular intervals, unexpected drop-ins from police bobby Hawkins (Hugh M. Murphy), and Evelyn's tricky theatrical props. Eventually Powell discovers that the cold-hearted twins are identical in just about every way except their mannerisms and hobbies (one researches deadly poisons, the other is a fencing master).
While the characters here are too one-dimensional to provide the suspense of thrillers like Deathtrap and Sleuth, they're the perfect clowns to carry off the farce in Act Two, in which Evelyn's machinations unravel. Mugging shamelessly with his pliable face, Marachek delightfully steals the show as the major stumbles through his murderous assignment, eyes popping at mounting complications, his elbow bending with each whiskey shot. Characters in British thrillers usually display the utmost aplomb as bodies fall out of the woodwork, but Marachek delivers a hilarious dose of get-me-outta-here realism.
LeGette's twins fare well as campy villains. Flitting about his apartment and reciting from Richard III like a man who would be queen, Evelyn forgoes the blank verse to explain why he wants his brother dead: "He's very rich, and I hate him." LeGette stiffens his wrists and deepens his voice to become Rupert, a skinflint who buys the cheapest ticket in the policemen's raffle. With mannerisms as broad as the comedy, LeGette won't win any awards for political correctness, but he keeps the plot moving with a combination of well-oiled menace and sly timing.
Oser and Murphy flesh out the more straightforward roles, which serve as mere plot contrivances. During the show's best bit, Oser scores when her McGee complicates Evelyn's scheme by drunkenly continuing her lascivious come-ons even though the object of her desire seems particularly, um, lifeless. Likewise, Murphy meets the demands of his brief role by reminding us of every policeman who ever delivered gruesome news to Sherlock Holmes.
While he's no Arthur Conan Doyle, playwright Gerald Moon does live in London, where he was born and continues to work as actor and playwright. After a successful West End premiere in 1985, Corpse! limped through a three-month Broadway run a year later. Under David Arisco's direction, the play has more in common with Ray Cooney's farces than with Anthony Shaffer's whodunits. Arisco wisely highlights the comedy, but he fails to blend it convincingly with the thriller's labyrinthine plot.
Offering a better mix is Gene Seyffer's handsome turntable set, which rotates from Evelyn's evocative squalor to the pristine opulence of Rupert's apartment. Mary Lynne Izzo's period costumes fit the bill nicely, but Stuart Reiter's lighting doesn't offer any of the requisite mysterious atmosphere. Nate Rausch's rocky sound design is equally deficient, rendering some snatches of dialogue inaudible.
Corpse! may not be any better than the sum of its comedy and thriller parts, but the fun of figuring out the plot and watching a fine, funny cast adds up to a pleasant evening in the theater.
On Monday, January 26, thousands turned out for the Mayor's Economic Summit hosted by Miami-Dade Mayor Alex Penelas. That evening a decidedly smaller crowd, about two dozen, showed up for the Theatre League of South Florida's fourth annual roundtable at Coral Gables's New Theatre. The subject, as always, was the state of the theater community, and opinions were mixed: Theater managers and producers applauded the past year's ticket sales while spectators believed that, artistically speaking, there's lots of room for improvement.
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