Produced by Red Bull Theater (whose production of The Government Inspector we greatly enjoyed a few months ago) at The Duke, on 42nd Street.
This is another of David Ives's "translaptations" of a French play, this one from 1738. In verse, about verse. Basically a French version of commedia dell'arte: young lovers, warring fathers, cunning servants, mistaken identities. This one has mistaken identities on steroids. Not for purists who object to contemporary 21st-century references in their 18th-century plays. David Ives is absolutely brilliant, and we just about busted a gut laughing at both very broad and pretty subtle jokes.
Runs through May 26. See it.