L-R Jordan Kaplan as Lawyer, Eric Emil Oleson as Father, Jacques Roy as Arthur, and Tom Schwans as Professor.  Photo:  Debby Goldman

L-R Jordan Kaplan as Lawyer, Eric Emil Oleson as Father, Jacques Roy as Arthur, and Tom Schwans as Professor.  Photo:  Debby Goldman

Taking as its starting point that “Nobody really likes Shakespeare,” this play, adapted from Arthur Phillips’ book, The Tragedy of Arthur, is annoyingly arrogant, along with its failed humor and confused and banal “plot.”  As a Shakespeare sendup this might have worked as a ten-minute skit, but not as a three-hour play.

Here’s the idea:  Shakespeare really wrote a play entitled The Tragedy of King Arthur, but it was lost to posterity.  Now, an often jailed forger of petty items such as store coupons has bequeathed to his son, who is in fact the prolific author Arthur Phillips — note that Arthur — the original folio … or is it a forgery?

Which is it? that is the question.  An incredibly valuable folio of a lost play by Shakespeare? or a fake?

In order to find out, the play is read through — semi-produced in a helter-skelter deconstructed way — by Arthur, his sister Dana, and various others.  But the answer is quite clear from Phillips’ first pseudo-Shakespearean line, heavy as lead.  Not for an instant could anyone think Shakespeare had anything to do with this play, yet the question remains “open” for three long acts.

Playwright George Bernard Shaw took on Shakespeare — but to prove his own mettle, he wrote plays like Shaw, not Shakespeare.

One gets the impression, though, that Arthur Phillips thinks he’s doing a pretty good job of writing Shakespeare (whom he doesn’t think much of anyhow, which may make it easier), since the overstressed pentameter (meant to be funny?) is filled with slack metaphors and the play throws in a bunch of Shakespearean tropes: sword play, soulful soliloquies, ducal rebellions against the anointed king, etc.  Meanwhile, the character of our modern day Arthur, Phillips, Hamlet-like, works out his relationship with his dead father who appears on stage from time to time, no surprise there.

Evidently Phillips finds repetition at the heart of Shakespeare because the play is very repetitive:  there’s not one spoof of Shakespearean sword play but three or four.  A messenger bears bad tidings and is promptly killed, a humorous (?) take on messengers in Shakespeare and on diplomatic immunity but if anybody found it funny the first time, they certainly didn’t laugh at the repeats.  Anyhow, after the intermission, there were fewer people left in the audience to laugh.

The set, a past-present deconstruction of an author’s study and castle parapet, is cute and — advertisement for myself style — features a prominent, illuminated blow-up of Phillips’ novel, The Egyptologist.  The actors, with one exception, are competent, including Jacques Roy as an energetic Arthur.  He made three (once is never enough here) very heavy, flat footed jumps from too high a perch that made me worry for his knees;  they didn’t illuminate the character or the action, though, but seem to have been done to wake up the audience.

The Tragedy of King Arthur plays at Barrow Group Theatre on West 36th Street in Manhattan though April 7, 2013.
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