quizking101 said: "I see a lot of the reviews are split on John David Washington. Nearly all of them acknowledge his volcanic and blustery approach to Boy Willie, but there seems to be a divide between those who think it was a bravura performance and those who think it was gratingly over-the-top"
I think this puts it quite nicely and having seen it tonight, mark me in the OVER THE TOP category.
I've never seen this play before, and absolutely love Fences and especially Jitney. I was so looking forward to this but
Not sure if its the direction or the play itself, but it dragged, especially in Act 2. And I found both Washington and Sam Jackson barely intelligible especially in the first act. Both actors were so hard to follow, and it was therefore even more frustrating when it was clear they were turning that dialect on and off: in the second act (and whenever Jackson would narrate a story) I had no problem. But that was an annoyance compared to the way Washington was directed to START AT AN 11 AND STAY THERE. By the time the end of the 2nd Act rolled around, Washington was screaming at the audience-- and while his ability to project/emote was dang impressive, it made little sense.
ESPECIALLY because of the fine, subtle work from Michael Potts (who I really hope wins a Tony for this, long overdue, hes pitch perfect start to finish) and to a lesser but still impressive degree, Danielle Brooks. Washington's overthetop performance and Jackson's endearing but surprisingly unmoving turn became distractions; I found myself wanting to hear more from Potts and Brooks as much as possible. (Brooks is great but I found the role really underwritten; Berniece isnt really given her own moment to stand up to Boy Willie).
Finally, and I've noticed this in many other productions and especially high profile, celeb driven ones: the audience is SO eager to enjoy themselves and love the stars that they laugh, and oooh/aaaah, and awkwardly try to insert themselves into the production. Its SO damaging to the work. American Buffalo at Circle in the Square suffered from the same phenomenon, where forced chuckling and knowing sighing just sucked the air out of certain scenes. A high point of this Piano Lesson is the extended scene between Brooks and Ray Fisher in Act 2; its so delicately written, and so perfectly performed here. The ooooooh and whistles and laughter at non-jokes really undermined it tonight.
So I left just very disappointed, mostly because I entered with such high hopes and partially because 2:55 minutes is a long night. The theater felt full but was nowhere near sold out. I used TDF for the first time in a long while, and was very pleased with Row C Front Mezz seats, a bit to the right but perfect view (though I do prefer the orchestra in the Barrymore, the Mezz feels a bit far back).