So Pseudolus rushes headfirst into intrigue and manipulations, with things getting more and more out of hand at every turn of the plot. Pseudolus covers his tracks with perpetual lies, making things increasingly more complicated and funny with each step. Miles is hopelessly infatuated with himself, and this love is requited and has no adversaries. The plot is ingenious, and the MTG production goes squarely for the plot. It's assuredly paced, with every single twist being clear both in its origins and consequences.
Every actor works directly for the audience, with very little genuine or realistic emotion.
The result ranges from merely amusing to truly hilarious. It's also very impressively mounted, with lots of physical action, some of it downright amazing. The slapstick and pratfalls look effortless and easy, a sure sign of long and painful rehearsals. Most of the credit goes to the creators of the show, Stephen Sondheim, Burt Shevelove, and Larry Gelbart, but director Sheridan Zabel deserves applause as well. He transforms the amusing literary material into a hilarious comedy.