About a third of the way into Act II of The Frogs, Matthew McGee makes his first appearance, and the evenings comedy finally blossoms.
Up until that moment, this freeFall Theatre production the first in its new permanent home has been pleasant and mildly funny, but not otherwise very remarkable. Then McGee appears as Pluto, Gay King of the Underworld, and hes a campy, self-parodying delight. Now, central character Dionysus played with real brio in both acts by Jorge Acosta has a worthy counterpart, and the play much adapted by Burt Shevelove and Nathan Lane from the original by Aristophanes begins to offer some rich humor interspersed with serious reflections. Talk about a strong finish for its last 40 minutes or so, The Frogs is smart, sharp and splendid.
It isnt so at the start.