All-in all, “The Book of Mormon” is blessed with a tight-knit, energetic and highly skilled cast – and when combined with the expert work of the musicians and behind-the-scenes technical craftspeople, the result is one heck of a fine and entertaining show.
The premise – for the five or so of you who haven’t seen the show yet – is simple: A cooking accident by convent cook Sister Julia, Child of God, has wiped out 52 members of the Little Sisters of Hoboken.
Her actors are veterans all, but they still do a remarkable job in delineation of character. The use of body language is wonderful.
Long before we see them, we hear the surly cast and their cantankerous stage manager exchanging barbs in atrocious Russian accents more reminiscent of Boris Badenov than Boris Yeltsin.
“The Christmas Carol Caper” is a play within a play, a wickedly difficult form to pull off. It requires actors playing actors playing characters.
Writer and poet Oscar Wilde had an incomparable command of the English language and the wit to employ it to maximum advantage.