Robert 
                          Avila 
                          Wednesday, September 1, 2010
                          The 
                          San Francisco Bay Guardian
                          
                          Shotgun Players has a way with modern classics like 
                          few other theaters its size. When the company gets it 
                          right, as not long ago with David Hare's Skylight, 
                          the production can hold its own with just about any 
                          other anywhere. Judging by a visit to two of the three 
                          plays currently up, this is again the case with the 
                          ambitious repertory run of Alan Ayckbourn's celebrated 
                          trilogy, The Norman Conquests, a shrewd and 
                          consistently hysterical sex farce about modern romance 
                          and relationships with real—but admirably understated—bite. 
                          Table Manners and Living Together 
                          feature the same brilliant cast (who also reappear in 
                          the third play, not yet reviewed, Round and Round 
                          the Garden) under astute direction by Joy Carlin 
                          and Molly Aaronson-Gelb, respectively. Each play is 
                          another vantage on the same rollicking weekend at an 
                          English country house, where our philandering hero Norman 
                          (a superlative Rich Reinholdt), alternately brooding 
                          and expansive, pitches woo with preternatural determination 
                          and consummate wit to two sisters-in-law (Zehra Berkman 
                          and Kendra Lee Oberhauser) as well as his own frosty 
                          wife (Sarah Mitchell), while a brother-in-law (Mick 
                          Mize) and a painfully shy local vet (Josiah Polhemus) 
                          move about more or less ineffectually. On a set (by 
                          Nina Ball) admirably atmospheric in its detailed solidity, 
                          the cast enchants from the first with special chemistry 
                          and exceptional chops. Reinholdt, however—with 
                          saucy beard, bounding playfulness and mischievous glint—is 
                          downright revelatory in the titular role, delivering 
                          a performance that not only gives boisterous heft to 
                          the proceedings but probes the moral dimensions of love 
                          in an age of crass individualism and lingering prudery.


