The Delacorte it ain’t.
During performances of “Twelfth Night,” directed by Hamilton Clancy, garbage trucks and M14 buses override dialogue; sirens and yapping dogs interrupt soliloquies. Sometimes the streetlights, which provide the stage’s only illumination, inexplicably darken. At other times cars and vans, their sound systems booming, swerve perilously close to the crowd.
The stage? A square of Astroturf on an asphalt expanse at the corner of Ludlow and Broome Streets, where for nearly 20 years Shakespeare in the Parking Lot has staged its comedies and tragedies.
There are no spotlights, no sound, and the costumes look pulled from the thrift-store dollar bin. Most of the acting is more eager than able, though there are happy surprises, like Emmanuel Elpenord’s suave Antonio and Jonathan Eric Foster’s smooth-voiced Feste. Feste is dressed as a deliberately unconvincing drag queen in sequins and a bushy beard. On the other hand, Amanda Dillard’s shipwrecked Viola looks more boyish than most.
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