As the arrogant and blustering French Doctor Caius, Geoffrey Kent is a comedic highlight, delivering lines in an overstated accent worthy of Monty Python and drawing on his full range of skills as CSF’s resident fight coordinator during a duel featuring golf clubs and a bible.
Shakes patrons know the earnest side of Kent — as Lucius in “Titus Andronicus” and Mercutio in “Romeo and Juliet” — so it’s a treat to see how funny he can be. Kent’s Petruchio seems more bemused than angry at his hellion of a bride, which makes Gibson’s growling and stomping and pummeling even funnier.
Geoffrey Kent directs with a keen sense of sensuality (what an adonis that Cyex is) and wit that is quick becoming a trademark of the well-regarded actor-fight director as he helms more productions.
Kent’s approach to Shakespeare is respectfully disrespectful… and the wonderful thing is that while everyone on stage is clearly having a good time, nobody’s self-absorbed, hamming it up or stepping on anyone else’s toes, thanks to director Geoffrey Kent’s terrific structure and pacing.
The sword fight that ends with Mercutio’s death has satisfyingly theatrical fury and flash.
Weitz and Benaiah Anderson (fine turns as both Israel Hands and Black Dog) provide sparks in the evening’s first sword fight set in the Hawkins’ inn.
As Garry, Geoffrey Kent is called on to hop up a set of stairs with his shoelaces tied together, fall down the same stairs and tumble over half the furniture, and he does it with such aplomb that the entire audience bursts into applause when he finally comes to rest.
…and certainly because of Geoffrey Kent’s hysterical — and by that I mean I stopped being able to breathe because I was laughing so hard at some of his bits — Garry Lejune.
Geoffrey Kent delivers the play’s best performance as Mercutio – all of the work’s violence, love and outsized emotion are embodied in his intelligent and affecting characterization.
The smell of dust flying up during the numerous gorgeously staged Geoffrey Kent swordfights harks back to schoolyard tussles and beyond, to something primal and deadly and murderous in our very core.