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 Chemical Imbalance by Lauren Wilson  

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A Theatrical Personality
By Nirmala Nataraj
 
The catchphrase of Precarious Theatre's Fringe Festival smash hit Chemical Imbalance is "Murder. Mayhem. Crumpets." If that doesn't intrigue you, perhaps the play's classic retelling of the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde experiment gone awry will. Director David Robertson and playwright Lauren Wilson spit-shine their reputation for farcical kitchen-sink melodrama and Grand Guignol antics with their cast of imbred dandies, nested references to Victorian-era repression, and arch commentary on a fallen empire. Dr. Jekell is a gray eminence poking his kid gloves in matters best left alone (that is, the nature of good and evil), while his Mr. Hyde is the animus whose killing spree gives us a portal into the languishing aristocracy. But it's the secondary bits, not the smart societal revelations, that make this play a delight. They include a couple of house-proud yet ham-fisted serving girls, Dr. Jekell's venal, name-dropping mom, and a vapid damsel intent on marrying the mad scientist. Sure, some of the humor comes from those characters in perfectly coiffed drag (cross-dressing is an essential component of period pieces, after all), but the cast's comedic timing helps, too. And even with their kill-the-father adaptation, they prune back superfluous plotlines and spotlight peripheral characters just enough to make the witticisms warranted.

 

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