Seattleplays.com review By Tom Scanlon
			Night of the Iguana ACT closes Aug. 28
	This is a strong, fluid, good-humored production of the Tennessee Williams play (and Richard Burton movie). The consistently strong John Proccacino rises to the challenge of  playing the – defrocked -- Rev. T. Lawrence Shannon, a tortured soul if ever there was one. Like Oscar Wilde, he can resist everything but temptation; the deliciously dark humor the director Jon Jory explores here is in watching Proccacino battle against drinking and womanizing. His heart just isn’t in the battle, as much as his mouth attempts to rally him.      The beauty of the Rev. Shannon – and Proccacino is right on the mark with this – is that he is many things, but he is no hypocrite. Proccacino wisely avoids many traps of over-acting that would entangle a lesser actor. For instance, when his Shannon finally does begin to drink, Proccacino doesn’t make him sloppy, just lucidly mean.      Suzanne Brouchard leads an excellent supporting cast, as a “New England” spinster who is a hustler, at heart. She is also no charlatan, able to look at her life with a cold, deep glare. She simply refuses to be depressed by it, as humiliating as stumping around with a half-dead grandfather, trying to hustle a living out of paintings and poetry might be. Brouchard gives her many layers, fighting to make her real.       The play ultimately runs out of gas, as Williams gives in to an uncharacteristically tidy ending, and there’s not much Jory can do about that. Until those last, draining scenes, Jory leads the cast wonderfully, as there are some outstanding individual acting moments that for the most part hang together nicely.      Paul Owen’s Mexican hotel veranda is quite charming, and the storm effects are perfect.