Review: Present Laughter
Joan Marcus
The language of a Noel Coward play is its own character: unique, full of witticisms and often harboring a deeper truth hidden beneath elegant frivolity. “There’s something awfully sad about happiness, isn’t there?” successful stage actor Gary Essendine (Kevin Kline) asks a young ingénue, Daphne Stillington (Tedra Millan), after she spends the night in his lavishly appointed apartment. She laughs thinking it’s a joke and the audience does too for the most part, but as the women come and go and the entourage never leaves, there’s a dreariness that punctuates even the most uproarious jokes.
Named after a line from Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night that highlights the fleeting nature of time, Present Laughter is a serious meditation on finding meaning in life that’s wrapped in a candy coating of farce. It’s the kind of show that has you grinning from ear-to-ear throughout and feeling the weight of its message in the coming hours, days and weeks. Like a great spirited cocktail party, there’s a sense of elation that propels the play seamlessly through its two-and-a-half hour running time. The easy yet absurdly lively touch of director Moritz Von Stuelpnagel, best known for the viscerally joyful black comedy Hand to God, helps keep the balance.