'La Verité' 370.
(photo credit: Daniel Kaminiski)
Michel (Lior Ashenazi) is six months into an affair with Alice (Hila Zittoun),
the wife of his best friend Paul (Yaron Motolla), who’s been the lover of
Michel’s wife, Laurence (Michal Levi), for the past 18 months, neatly pulling
the wool over Michel’s eyes, who, let’s face it, isn’t the brightest bulb in the
chandelier, besides being a serial liar.
How all this works out is at the
heart of The Truth, an impudent, enjoyable farce about lying and the unexpected
consequences thereof by France’s newest favorite playwright, 35-year-old Florian
The essential prerequisite for the good liar is the unimpeachable
innocence s/he presents to the world. Michel tries hard, but he’s not very good
at it. Compared to the rest, he’s a naïf, a babe in the woods, so that disaster
almost happens, but hey, this is a farce, so a Happy Ending is a
Anna Ziv’s elegant panel set provides a smooth backdrop for the
play’s changing venues and Oren Dar’s costumes adroitly suggest the characters’
This is a Kepten show, so we expect good ensemble
acting, and overall we get just that. Ashkenazi’s Michel is this accomplished
actor’s usual blend of the suave and the frenetic, except that here he seems to
be working too hard, and doesn’t run with the irony the text affords his
Happily that irony presents itself in Levi’s efficient
Laurence and especially in Motolla’s deadpan Paul. The delectable Zittoun neatly
functions as the conflicted Alice.
And yet, despite the fun and the
belly-laughs, this Truth lacks that that essential blitheness, that grave
wackiness that so augments a farce. You can’t put your finger on it, you just
know when it’s not there.