Lee Harvey Oswald came onstage. After spending the whole show with the other, less famous (with the exception of John Wilkes Booth) assassins, suddenly an audience likely filled with people who vividly remembered the day of JFK’s assassination were now reliving the events through the killer’s eyes.
On the topic of Assassins, I imagine Booth’s dropping of the N word often gets its fair share of gasps. We’re taught to think of him as a monster when we’re young, but suddenly, The Ballad of Booth shows him in a seemingly fair and unbiased light, displaying that he had some legitimate grievances with Lincoln. But not too long after we find ourselves sympathizing with the most hated actor of all time, he shows his true colors, with one simple phrase displaying that whatever other reasons he had, the man was largely motivated by his racism, and just like that, our sympathy is gone. It’s a brilliant moment, on par with a similar lyric at the end of If You Could See Her Through My Eyes from Cabaret.
The Broadway production added some new staging that I’m sure got their fair share of gasps as well. I’m referring to Booth shooting himself in the head onstage (previously a blackout and sound effect was used), seeing Charles Guiteau’s hanging corpse (they didn’t really bother to hide that it’s an obvious dummy, but it gets the job done, and much like with Booth, it’s much more disturbing than the original blackout), and having the footage of JFK’s assassination projected onto Oswald after he fires the shot that killed the president. Those are all brilliantly horrifying visuals that no doubt shocked many audience members.