Conceiver-adapter-lyricist Rick Lombardo, the New Repertory Theatre's artistic director, has approached the task with glee. He admitted in a Boston Herald interview that it only took him a week to cobble together a script, and it shows. For the most part, Haddon Kime's music is similarly slapdash: borrowing from vernaculars as diverse as country and rap, the eclectic numbers sound undeveloped and aren't allowed enough time to register in performance.
The production has an undeniable energy. If only it weren't so relentlessly in one's face! John Kuntz, starring as Scapin, is the kind of actor who responds better to the defined limits of a role than to license. Given free rein, his tendency is to cutesify the character with a closed loop of antic shtick, playing up his goofy overbite and assuming coy poses. His singing voice, a Barry White bass, is a pleasant surprise, but his speaking-scheming voice approaches Chipmunk velocity. It's an aural and visual relief to focus on Bates Wilder as Scapin's fellow servant and dummkopf foil Sylvester, who mostly bumbles about in the background except for his shining moment as a rapping gangsta.
As the two greedy fathers who plot to marry off their offspring to the highest paying suitors, Ken Baltin and Steven Barkhimer are saddled with commedia-style false noses -- one porcine, the other vaguely phallic -- that only serve to limit their facial expressivity.
The young lovers, marvelously caparisoned by costume designer Frances Nelson McSherry, are the true high points of the show, even if their names have been inexplicably Italianized. As Leandro, Miguel Cervantes -- whose 2003 turn as Bat Boy earned him an avid local following -- gets to strut about in thigh-high boots that threaten to engulf him. His song "For Love" is too brief a showpiece for his velvet pipes.
The other three juveniles are played by trainees plucked from local MFA programs and they all show great promise. Bonita J. Hamilton as Zerbinetta comes across as irritated (perhaps at finding herself in this sub-par production) but delivers the goods in "Fools and Their Money." As Hyacinthia -- the character's name was evidently changed for the sole purpose of setting up a lame joke, "Hiya, Cynthia!" -- Jennifer Lafleur is an effervescent soubrette with terrific presence and timing and a voice that should take her anywhere she wants to go. As Octavio, here imagined as a sexually ambiguous fop, Bret Carr outpouts Shirley Temple. Tossing his courtier's curls and intoning his signature song, "Boo Hoo," he's simply adorable and he doesn't miss a single comic nuance.