BWW Reviews: Blackbird Theater's beautifully acted MAGIC opens at Shamblin Theatre
Wes Driver directs a thoroughly charming and beautifully acted revival of G.K. Chesterton's first play, Magic, now onstage at the Shamblin Theatre on the David Lipscomb University campus in a sumptuously appointed production from Blackbird Theatre Company. Featuring a stellar cast of Nashville stage professionals, Magic might best be described as a gentle drawing-room comedy from the post-Edwardian period (it debuted in 1913) that somehow remains relevant and intriguing almost 100 years after its premiere.
Styled as a slight romantic comedy - in a nicely filmed prologue, young Patricia Carleon (Amanda Card-McCoy) meets a mysterious figure in the forest (played by David Compton), who convinces her he is indeed a fairy - the play's action takes place on the estate of an eccentric Duke (Chris Bosen), whose amiable outlook is exemplified by his ability to always see both sides of any argument. When Patricia's fairy appears at the estate's manor house, he reveals himself to be a magician hired to provide an evening's entertainment for the estate's habitués - he is known simply as "The Conjurer" throughout the play's swiftly moving 90 or so minutes of running time - and the "fairy tale" that Patricia has created in her mind gives way to reality bathed in the glow of romantic interplay.
Chesterton's play - written at the behest of George Bernard Shaw, who implored his old friend to contribute to the British stage canon in some way after his success in other literary genres - clearly pays homage to the Shavian way of presenting thoughtful, insightful discourse via the creation of what might nominally be perceived as "slight" theatrical diversion. Herein, Chesterton creates characters who are forthright in their convictions, investing in each of them the ability to eloquently express their opinions, while giving audiences the opportunity to question their own views in the process.
Thus, this romantic comedy is underscored by serious philosophical thought made more palatable by stagecraft, with a certain winking nod toward the magical transformations only accessible to we mere mortals through theatrical endeavors. It might not be earth-shattering drama, or laugh-out-loud farce, but it makes you think. And isn't that what all theater should be about?
In this manner, Magic poses several questions: If we can accept as fact that good (as in our mind's conception of what God is) exists in the world, then can we - or must we - accept the possibility that evil (personified by the Devil, in the form of evil spirits) also exists? If we can recognize that miracles do happen in life, can we then turn around and deny the supernatural as mere fakery?
Clearly, Magic gives its audience much to ponder and, thanks to Driver's innate sense of pacing and his remarkable eye for casting, the play (despite its Edwardian trappings amid the English countryside) remains rather fresh and contemporary. And while it seems unlikely anyone might be reduced to madness because they can't explain how a magic trick works (the plot turns on this very happenstance), somehow Driver and company make it a plausible reality.
Driver's aesthetic and his complete command of the play is evident throughout the production and his ability to direct his cast, so that the play's action moves at a good pace without feeling rushed, is noteworthy. Obviously, he is able to keep his cast focused on the task at hand and they remain resolutely committed to their characters throughout.
Card-McCoy plays Patricia with a sense of wonder and girlish glee that belies her more serious nature, which makes her performance all the more engaging as the plot develops. If you are seated close enough to the stage, you must pay close attention to Card-McCoy's expressive eyes, which telegraph to you exactly what is going through Patricia's mind. Compton, as The Conjurer, gives a portrayal that is multi-faceted: he very ably shows us his character's inner turmoil by conveying the demonic forces that are fighting for the man's very soul.
Conversely, the onstage romantic interplay between Card-McCoy and Compton lends a slight effervescence to the proceedings when things seem to totter close to the abyss of too grim, archly dramatic theatricality. Card-McCoy is at times coquettishly droll in the lovely delivery of her lines, while Compton cuts a dashing and handsome figure as the mysterious magic man.