I respectfully disagree about this odd anti-hero having no arc. I discovered anew in this production how "The Call" and "How Glory Goes" are not only bookends on the tragic trajectory, but structurally perfect illustrations of musical theater craft. The critical image for the lexicon of the lyrics remains an illusive - for the ill-fated protagonist - definition of glory. And the very opening words, "If I follow that sound/I could find what I'm lookin' fer/It could be Glory callin'" rebound with metaphysical poignancy in "Only heaven knows how Glory goes/What each of us was meant to be." The story proper is an earthbound examination of hubris-as-survival emerging from hardscrabble lives; the universal theme underneath is the existential quest for validation, worldly and spiritual. Finally, in the closing moments, Floyd finds deliverance.
To me, Jordan's performance supports this: he harnesses his own leading man charisma to start almost daringly big, with unbridled bravado and brazen confidence, as "The Call" demands, and then slowly bears witness to his own escalating dilemma as those qualities end up leached, drained from his immobilized body. His nuanced moments of recognition - when he's hit with creeping hopelessness - are wrenching. His face was flooded with terror long before acceptance, and his eyes filled as he tried to will optimism with a performative grin. I found his characterization's development shrewd - he unearthed Floyd's native intelligence and hubris but then flattened both, as fate intervened. To my point above, Jordan then shows us his hard-won ownership of fate's verdict.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 4/18/25 at 09:44 AM