“Three Fairy Godmothers,” by Jerry L. Twedt, is a cute little play, running about an hour without intermission, that takes a fresh and humorous look at fairy-tale conventions without actually being a send-up.
The Godmothers of the title, Hortense (Maya Stites), Hoplandria (Andrea Delgado), and Hepsabah (Letre Whately), have reached “mandatory retirement age” and been forced to hand in their magic wands, despite one and all objecting that they haven’t really passed age 800. In order to convince “the Council” that they should still have their wands, they undertake to solve the nagging problem of Princess Dulcie, despite having no magic and their spotty memories of such things as potion craft to rely on.
The play opens revealing the Godmothers, footsore and hungry, trudging their way to the castle of Dulcie’s mother, the Queen (Anyia Griggs). They encounter a “common soldier” (James Sullivan) and try to get some of his food from him by trickery, but fail miserably. Instead, the soldier takes pity on the old women and shares his food with them. He reveals that he is really Prince Royal (A.K.A. “Roy”) who is on a mission to drive out the wicked witch Barabella (Belicia Vasquez). He is in disguise since the Queen has promised half her kingdom and Dulcie’s hand to anyone who will rid her kingdom of the witch. He agrees the witch has to go, but emphatically does NOT want the hand of Princess Dulcie, who is famously “mean”, and figures that she will refuse to marry a common soldier.
As the four trudge onward, we cut to the castle, where Princess Dulcie (Taylor Burt) has been having one of her “mean spells” and has driven away her last suitor by putting a crocodile into his bathtub, made her last two waiting women quit after pushing them into a fishpond, made the cook resign after dumping a bag of flower on her. When the Prime Minister (Myia Vales) also resigns after Dulcie deliberately drops a cannon ball on her foot, the Queen is at her wits’ end. Enter Barabella, who reminds the Queen that it is the eve of Dulcie’s nineteenth birthday, and, that by kingdom law, if he is not otherwise wed by the morrow, she is required to marry the son of the kingdom’s largest landowner—in this case, Barabella’s oafish son, Org (Yoel Martinez).
Royal and the Godmothers arrive to save the day, which happens only after fights, flights, captures and escapes, magical transformations, and the brewing of potions. There’s a lot of running, screaming, and shouting, as well, which puts the energy of the entertainers to good use.
All the young actors were very good, knew their lines, and made their cues. Particularly good were Maya Stites as Hortense, the leader of the Godmothers, who had good authority, Taylor Burt as Dulcie, who made her rather Jeykll/Hyde transformations when the “mean spells” were on her quite noticeable, and Myia Vales as the Prime Minister, who had a good vocabulary of subtle gestures. Belicia Vasquez was quite formidable as the witch, although she tended to have one primary vocal note. Yoel Martinez made Org a very likeable character, and it was clear his ignorance was due to parental neglect rather than incapacity. Our friend, James Sullivan, needs to work a bit more on vocal projection, but acted very well, and had a good repertoire of princely gestures and poses that gave him a strong stage presence, no mean feat when he is one of the youngest looking members of the cast.
While certainly not deathless theatre, the cast and the audience of largely family members had good fun with the show.
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