PHOTOGRAPH BY EMMA SUMMERTON; STYLED BY NATASHA ROYT.

Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night is so often staged, I brought with me to Central Park, to the refurbished Delacorte Theater, the memory of prior productions of this comedy, fixating on one hilarious wardrobe detail. I couldn’t wait for Malvolio in his yellow socks, the accessory he thinks will woo his heart throb, his lady, Olivia. In character, Peter Dinklage delights wearing banana hued boots in this role in the latest Twelfth Night, clueless as to why he, so decked out is rejected and ultimately jailed. Of course, Olivia (Sandra Oh) is repulsed. Besides she’s in love with Cesario, a handsome Lupita Nyong’O, Viola in suited disguise, in love with the very buff Orsino (Khris Davis). Couplings take place as they do, mixing gender and identities. As the picture-perfect night unfolded so do the charms of Nyong’O and her younger brother Junior Nyong’O, playing twins parted in a shipwreck, each thinking the other is dead. If twins are said to speak a secret language, they do here, saying their Shakespearean lines in Swahili.

If romcom is your thing, hasten to the park.

The play’s subtitle, “What you will,” in giant caps across the wide stage speaks to the raucous mishaps of the comedy’s clowns. The unholy trinity of the dissipated Sir Toby Belch (John Ellison Conlee), Andrew Aguecheck (Jesse Tyler Ferguson), and Marie (Daphne Rubin-Vega) add to the spectacle, as the trap doors open to a tub where they languish and scheme. God only knows what they’ve imbibed. With Belch living up to his name, debauchery leads to shenanigans galore.

Under Saheem Ali’s fine direction, the evening zips along, a quick two hours without intermission. The colorful costumes are credited to Oana Botez. At curtain call, everyone dressed in brilliant robes, in joyful glamor. The vision made me wonder if on opening this would be a call to dress up as many do for the Edie Beales of Grey Gardens, or the characters in The Rocky Horror Picture Show.