As Oliver, Geoffrey Kent’s repentance seems so genuine that we never question it.
Here an emphasis on vaudevillian antics, including physical shtick reminiscent of the Marx brothers, offsets the difficulty of the philosophical exploration. Particularly in the first act, silliness eclipses the desperation and pointlessness. By the second act, when aching emptiness really kicks in, the darker, more disturbing tones take hold. -Joanne Ostrow, Denver Post
…very few share Geoffrey Kent’s mixture of intellectual curiosity and cheerful iconoclasm, his delight in fiddling with minute details while also introducing big bold moves … or his ability to sense the rhythm and poetry of a piece. -Juliet Wittman, WESTWORD
…Why did I laugh so hard, nearly all the way through? If it’s not masochism, it must be great theatre. Credit goes to Geoffrey Kent’s superb direction… -Patrick Dorn, patrickdorn.com
As the peacekeeper, Kent is especially strong in the effortless way of men who have taken beatings in the past, won more fights than lost, and now have nothing to prove. If a body needs a nudge to get back on the straight and narrow or just grow up, he’s the man to step up and do what needs doing.
“For 90 minutes I laughed continually. I wasn’t expecting to, but I certainly did.” -CBS4’s Critic at Large Greg Moody.
Is the message that we’re better off without our gods? That a god-free universe might be less murderous, vicious and petty? I don’t think there’s a message at all. Just ninety minutes of sheer hilarity… [and] excellent pacing, courtesy of director Geoffrey Kent.
Kent’s production of the play… asked an important question about the role of women on stage and forced the audience to answer a question pertinent to our current cultural milieu—can women be funny—with a resounding, “Yes!”
As the villainous Iachimo, Kent could have easily gone the Iago route, playing the character as a straightforward baddie. Instead, Kent infuses Iachimo with comedy and no small amount of heart, a touch that brings the heart of the show to the fore.
Geoffrey Kent, who also choreographed the fights, embodies interesting contradictions in this role: You sense the powerful fighter beneath the louche, sloppy appearance that Achilles first presents; later, you sympathize with his genuine agony at the death of Patroclus — it feels deeper than anything you’ve seen from Troilus or Cressida — and then within minutes you’re despising him for his sleazy tactics.