Douglas Carter Beane’s 90s Classic As Bees In Honey Drown Gets a Masterful Revival

 “Once, I saw a bee drown in honey, and I understood,” is a famous quote attributed to the 20^th Century Greek writer Nikos Kazantzakis. He recognized the danger of wanting too much, the trap that is set for us by our own unquenchable desires. Douglas Carter Beane took this fact of life and fashioned As Bees In Honey Drown, an astute and incredibly witty play that takes a brutal look at the fame game and how seduction can lead us down a dark path, and eventually destroy us. The Modern Classics Theatre Company has brought this masterwork roaring into the (new) 20s with panache and a sterling cast.

New York City con artist Alexa Vere de Vere (Christina O’ Shea), the villain of As Bees in Honey Drown, recognizes the power of the “honey” that is fame and fortune, and makes a living out of exploiting those who hunger for it. Alexa is a force of nature, a narcissistic socialite in designer dresses who sports an Uma Thurman Pulp Fiction-style black bob and an air of being the most important person at the party. She claims a thousand connections and drops a name at every opportunity, in an exotic, unplaceable accent rivaling that of Kathleen Turner (as she freely points out). As her story unfolds we learn that she is both Frankenstein, and the monster. The latest bee in her honey pot, Evan Wyler (Peter Konsevich), is a writer on the cusp of fame. At a magazine photoshoot for his upcoming book he is convinced by the photographer to pose without a shirt, and this gets Alexa’s attention, outing him as a person desperate for success. She seduces her prey with promises of fortune and glory—convincing him that she is the one who can take him to the top. They dine, they banter, they party, and he foots the bills. She even gets the openly gay Evan to fall for her: Just when it seems like Alexa’s pretentious phoniness is getting too obvious, she “humanizes” herself with a tragic backstory that’s really too “bad” to be true, but reels Evan in anyway. “I love you,” he proclaims at her weepy suggestion that she is unlovable. Before long he is down thousands of dollars, alone, still not famous, and desperate to get revenge—or so he says. Does he hate Alexa, or is he still infatuated?

O’Shea gives a powerhouse performance as the conniving Alexa. She is at turns over-the-top, hilarious, irresistible, and even at times almost sympathetic, and it all comes together brilliantly. When Evan finds artist Mike (Kevin Russo), Alexa’s overall-clad ex-partner and the focus of her tallest tale, we see in a flashback that he was the first victim of her crime spree. (She even chillingly calls him “lamb” before their falling out, just as she would later dub Evan.) As with Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, this compelling prequel shows us how the “Alexa” persona came to be, down to the accent and the bizarre surname, and O’Shea is remarkable portraying the ordinary girl behind the curtain who slowly morphs into the supervillain.

Konsevich is sympathetic and very funny as the befuddled, relatable Evan. Brian DiRaimondo, Julie Lorson, and Ronni Schweitzer round out the cast wonderfully in multiple roles, including several of the other bees caught in Alexa’s honey whom Evan calls on in his plan to get even. It all makes for an entertaining and faithful rendering of Keane’s clever classic, a cautionary tale that is all the more relevant in this modern age of Social Media, Influencers, and the “almost famous” who will do anything to get to the top of the search engine.

As Bees in Honey Drown is deftly directed by Tarmo Kirsimäe. It runs through June 1 at the Bacca Arts Center in Lindenhurst, Long Island. For more information, go to https://modernclassicsli.booktix.com/dept/main/e/Bees