CHRIS NOTH IN THE FAUST LANE

ON “SEX and the City,” Chris Noth was Mr. Big. In the Classic Stage Company’s frisky production of “Doctor Faustus,” he’s Mr. Even Bigger — emperor of the world, no less.

That’s the status the doc achieves when he makes a pact with Lucifer. The devil gets his soul, but Faustus gets infinite knowledge and all he desires. Like sex with heavenly Helen of Troy (Marina Lazzaretto). Or a visit with Alexander the Great (Lucas Caleb Rooney), just because Faustus feels a kinship with greatness.

And how about all seven deadly sins, personified? Gluttony pigs out on a cream-filled doughnut, while Envy screams “Why not me?” Sloth, naturally, just lies there. Eventually, there’s a reckoning with the devil (Jeffrey Binder), who wears blue contacts, not Prada. Noth (l.) has a sly twinkle in his eye that works well, but more vocal authority and volume could go a long way. At times he’s overshadowed. That’s easy, since the devilish middleman, Mephistopheles, is played by Zach Grenier, who brings zest to every line.

Director Andrei Belgrader, who adapted Christopher Marlowe’s play with David Bridel, pumps in dry ice, which works, and pipes in disembodied voices, which sound goofy. He has clowns interact with the audience. Puppetry lends a laugh.

Despite the play’s abrupt ending, overall it’s a familiar tale, easy to take. No deadly sin in that.