Wendy Kesselman's adaptation of Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett's dramatization of Anne Frank's diary includes material originally excised by Anne's father - references to his daughter's burgeoning sexuality and her strained relationship with her mother. More good ingredients.
The problem is the diary itself: Basically we are listening to a teenage girl for two hours. She uses the most dreadfully hackneyed language, as a 13-year-old would, which means the script is swamped by triteness. She gushes. She stands on tippy-toe and yearns. She pries into adults' private lives. She is rude and bratty and self-important, as teenage girls are. She deserves a good smack, but who would smack Anne Frank, the beloved martyr of Amsterdam?
Matthew Miller has created a set evocative of the claustrophobia and hideous lack of privacy of the attic. Natalie De La Torre has costumed the cast in excellent period clothes.
The entire cast does a fine job, creating three-dimensional personalities: Sara Yoko Howard as Anne; Rob Kahn as her father, Otto Frank; and Melanie Julian as her mother, Edith; K.O. DelMarcelle as her sister, Margot; Johnny Smith as Peter, the son of the second family in the attic; Cindy Spitko as Miep, the Dutch woman who hides them; Brendan Norton as the dreadful dentist; Russ Widdall as the humiliated Mr. Van Daan; Mary Lee Bednarek as his wife; and Mark Cairns as Mr. Kraler.
Hats off to them all.
The Diary of Anne Frank
Presented by EgoPo Classic Theater at the Prince Music Theater Cabaret, 1412 Chestnut St. Through Nov. 6. Tickets: $32. Information: 800-595-4849 or www.egopo.org
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