I was surprised to discover how much I missed Larry Owens in this. His bravura performance brought a lot of the show into a focus, and it just isn’t quite the same without him. Owens was brash, very funny, and had a certain performative sanctimoniousness that papered over his clear insecurity. And having an experienced comedian in that role made segments like “Writing a Gospel Play” turn into showstoppers. Spivey, I felt, seemed semi-defeated from the start and sort of plateaued at that level. It’s a very different take on the character, one that’s more introverted and insular.
But I still think the musical shines. The Thoughts have only become stronger. And while some elements of the show have been slightly sanded down (the Inwood Daddy sequence especially, if one can imagine- the meth use has been replaced with poppers), Jackson still is determined to skewer and illuminate a lot: the pandering vapidity of theater gatekeepers, the bigotry and sleaziness of the white gay community, the homophobia and materialism of black Christianity, the facile commercialism of black respectability. These are largely unflattering- but also truth, and truth we seldom see onstage, and often delivered with acidic humor. Yes, the n-word is slung around a lot- from the mouths of black performers, put there by a black writer, and they all know what they’re doing. There’s a reason why Jackson reserves his most sympathetic portrait for the older tourist theatergoer who chats with Usher- the only kindness he receives in the show, and the sort of person who is largely dismissed as a joke- who advises him if he’s not afraid of writing the truth, then it’s not worth writing.
"...everyone finally shut up, and the audience could enjoy the beginning of the Anatevka Pogram in peace."