T he last time I wrote about Twelfth Night at the Public’s Delacorte Theater, I took issue with a performance that sacrificed the play’s rich ambiguities for a relentless sing-along perkiness, a too-wide smile that,

O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful.” That line of joy and awe from Shakespeare’s “As You Like It” is perhaps the best expression of feeling at being

There’s not a dud in the ensemble, from Sandra Oh’s flushed and impulsive Olivia to a scene-stealing turn by initialized performer “b” as Antonio, the sailor who rescues Sebastian from