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Main Street Players’ version of Suzan-Lori Parks’ Topdog/Underdog rewards the patient patron is watching a slow-motion shattering of two brothers struggling with institutionalized racism, poverty, sibling rivalry, and troubled pasts stretching from childhood to last week.
The premise: A white director leads a multi-ethnic cast in a Midsummer’s Night as an answer to charges of institutional racism. But with wry humor and painfully incisive drama, Main Street Players’ edition of Andrew Watring’s “Shakespeare is a White Supremacist” examines the intersection of theater and racism as a metaphor for larger problems afflicting society in 21st Century America.
Theatre Lab’s family-friendly production of When She Had Wings posits a young girl, convinced she could fly before she could walk, trying to regain her power of flight.
Attention to detail in each element of New City Players’ Raisin in the Sun makes it truly spectacular on every level, and that especially goes for the directing and the acting.
It took Main Street Players’ lethargic production of Superior Donuts about 20 minutes to show much signs of life, and even then the primary electricity came from one actor as a young man ablaze with ambition and hope. This theater has gifted us with some fine work such as Bad Jews. But little voltage sparks across this story about hopes and dreams.
Ronia, the Robber’s Daughter — the first offering of Theatre Lab’s family-friendly series — satisfies the parameters of youth theatre but with a pedigree that transcends its genre, a production bristles with imagination, wit and pathos that resonate across all generations.
Produced competently, with flashes of brilliance, by New City Players at the Vanguard, Clybourne Park’s expose of the evolving presentation of white privilege over generations has lost some of its structural novelty, observational luster and ability to shock in the seven years since its regional premiere at the Caldwell
You might want to don protective gear before seeing Clark Gable Slept Here, a pitch-black comedy by multi award-winning, versatile Miami-area playwright Michael McKeever. Folks won’t find a “splash zone” in the seating area at Main Street Players. That is where the unapologetically gnashing, shameless and hysterical satire has opened in a furiously funny production.
The Mighty Gents is a poignant moving tale worthy of a Greek tragedy except that the protagonists are members of a street gang from the mid-1960s, emotionally, economically and sociologically lost in a Newark ghetto in 1978.
Blood may be thicker than water, but Brothers of the Dust at M Ensemble asks whether it’s thicker than land or greed or, crucially, dreams. M Ensemble presented this family drama three years ago with the same director and lead, but that familiarity has paid off with a deeper, more assured and more affecting experience for the audience than the first rendition