Middlebury Acting Company drags “Tartuffe“ out of 17th-century Paris and drops him straight into the granite-countered, three-car-garage chaos of nouveau-riche New England — and he fits right in. This razor-sharp modern staging trades powdered wigs for velour tracksuits, proving that religious hypocrisy, family dysfunction and a con man’s uncanny ability to talk his way into someone else’s house never go out of style.
