FRINGE FESTIVAL : STAGE REVIEWS : ‘MINOTAUR’

“Minotaur,” like its mythological namesake, deals with a bull-like character who is a heavyweight boxer caught in a labyrinth of personal turmoil. The production is an interesting failure--alternately visceral and flabby.

Dramatic literature’s finest plays about boxing--”Golden Boy” (1937), “The Great White Hope” (1967), the short-lived Broadway adaptation of “Requiem for a Heavyweight” (1985)--featured gripping central characters. But playwright Joseph Scott Kierland’s embattled protagonist, emotionally speaking, has no right cross. Actor Harold Sylvester’s portrayal of an aging boxer attempting to regain his title is flaccid, to boot.

Director John Megna’s staging is also ragged, and these blows send this ambitious production to the canvas of the Skylight Theater.

Two cast members, though, put up a terrific defense: Kevin McDermott’s quintet of roles from the underbelly of the boxing world creates a convincing gallery of characters, and Veronica Redd’s estranged wife is the play’s real Minotaur in a ferocious, bull-horned performance.

Robert W. Zentis’ gym and ropeless boxing ring deliver solid texture. The grind and grime of boxing is here (except for the dumb idea of a Colgate sexpot constantly encircling the gym with cards announcing upcoming rounds). All the show needs is a fighter.

Performances at 1816 1/2 N. Vermont Ave. run Fridays through Sundays, 8 p.m., Sundays, 3 p.m., through Oct. 11. Tickets: $10-$15; (213) 389-3200.