(Tech Week continues! Prologue: https://jrmhmurphy.com/2025/01/13/paint-no-rest-for-the-wicked/; Setting up: https://jrmhmurphy.com/2025/02/17/critical-stage/)

The name of the play is Metromaniacs, which sounds like cartoon set in the DC Underground. It’s actually set in a mansion in Paris, in the eighteenth-century.

The metro in Metromaniacs refers to a metronome, and therefore meter. It’s told in rhyming couplets delivered with such casual ease that it took me half of the first scene to notice. The theme of the play is poetry and the power of words to seduce.

The plot is convoluted. It’s a farce—it’s supposed to be convoluted. What follows is the general breakdown of the characters and the first part of the story.

1. Francalou, rich man and scorned poet, created the alter ego of Meriadec, a reclusive lady poet. As her, has become quite the celebrity in the literary journal circuit, despite that the work is objectively bad. He has written a play so utterly noxious, the cast got sick. But the show must go on!

2. Lizette, maid and master manipulator, is the sassy voice of reason. To put it bluntly, everyone in the play is an idiot except for her, but even she is a slave to her needs. She was my favorite character and performance, hands down, because the chaos of the first act was almost all her doing. From behind, she looks exactly like Francalou’s daughter. Not that this will come up later or anything.

3. Mondor, Cosmo’s loyal, frustrated, and creepy manservant, tries to corral his boss, then gives up and steals his fake identity to woo Francalou’s daughter. His heart truly belongs to Lizette, but she spurns him at every opportunity.

4. Damis is a wannabe poet and man in debt. (He is played by a guy named Oscar.) He wrote a play under the name Bouillabaisse, opening this very day. He is deeply in love with Francalou’s alter ego, but he thinks Meriadec is his daughter.

5. Lucille, Francalou’s daughter, played by everybody’s favorite actor, Jane, is aloof, yet overly performative. Poetry makes her all tritterpated.

6. Durant is a rugged man’s man who wants the rich man’s daughter. He gets his old friend Damis to write him a poem, but this backfires. (Don’t worry, it turns out well in the end.)

7. Angry Uncle Baliveau. He paid for Damis’s school, and Damis has been going to school for ten years. Before Baliveau can have Damis arrested, Francalou maneuvers him into starring in the play as a character based on him.

From there, it gets weird. Mistaken identities, deception, fourth-wall-breaking, love at first sight, three weddings at the end (there are two women and five men in this play; do the math), this is a classic Shakespearean farce, and I don’t think I’m exaggerating to say that. It doesn’t have the substance of the Bard, but it has the delirious energy of his best comedies.

The actors were having a great time, and they each brought their own level of expressiveness. Francalou was manic, Lizette confident and amused, Mondor was sleazy, Damis was twitchy and deluded, Durant was a doofus, and Angry Uncle was angry. Jane was a lot of fun as Lucille, with her influencer vibe. Performing as someone who is performing has got to be a challenge, but she stuck with it.

The trees we spent so much time painting for the set are actually for the set within the set, but we never see the play. Probably for the best. It sounds like Vogons wrote it. I also found out the purpose of the beanbag boulder: Mondor falls face-first onto it; as a connoisseur of pratfalls, and having been a fine practioner of them in my youth, I was remarkably impressed. He went straight down like a two-by-four. I’ll be setting up the boulder during intermission, and I probably shouldn’t screw that up.

I’ll be working backstage with my sketchbook, which might be a problem. The most important prop is a notebook with a leather cover and a long strap to wrap it in. In the dark, it is identical to my sketchbook. That won’t go badly, will it? On the set of a farce? Nah.