A preview of Haunted House Party at the Getty Villa last night. Luckily, I’m going to see it again later this month. Today I just want to note how unfailingly resourceful the Troubies were at finding ways of making Plautus’s characters, situations and imagery laugh-out-loud funny.
For instance, Philolaches’s introductory monologue—where he compares himself to a well-built but delapidated house. It’s one of those moments where Plautus’s point is inscrutible: are we supposed to laugh at his audacious frankness? Is it supposed to be shocking? Touching? Or is it just backstory needed to propell the plot forward?
The Troubies read it as an idiotic adolescent whine, augmenting the absurdity by having Philolaches croon his story to the tune of Crosby Stills Nash & Young’s “Our House”. As one of our party commented, “I missed a lot of the lines because I was laughing so hard.”