Marc Camoletti's farce, "Don't Dress for Dinner", is receiving an absolutely smashing revival at the Royal George Mainstage. I think it's the funniest thing I've seen since the same playwright's "Boeing Boeing" in London last year. Both plays are remarkably similar in plot: both involve a playboy and his sidekick juggling the women in their lives. Needless to say, as I've said before, plot is secondary to how a farce is performed. The cast here is wonderful and is quite expert in gracefully and effortlessly escalating the hilarity. I have to single out, however, Spencer Kayden, as the deadpan cook at the center of it all. Hers is the single funniest performance I've seen all year.
Rating: ****1/2 (out of *****)