i feel an immense pressure to appreciate this play because Lorraine Hansberry deserved a long career and national adulation, and she was robbed of both. And her sharp writing shines through here, and attention must be paid to her talent and insight.
but some writing holds up for 60 years, and some doesnt. its hard to stay rapt with attention when these characters talk in a way thats so strange to my ear, and when the leading man is such a horrible prick. the homophobia and bigotry and misogyny is examined here, yes, but its also forgiven/accepted-- a testament to 1964, yes, but hard to reconcile now. (kudos to the production and Oscar Isaac for sticking with the original script).
i'm not sure i understand what happened at the end of Act 2 between Gloria the sister and David the upstairs neighbor? but mostly, i found myself largely bored--and the audience in general seemed restless. (the orchestra was full of people excited to see Big Celebrities but with none of the attention span required for this).
Both leads were very good, but Brosnahan isn't given a ton to do, and disappears in Act 2. Isaac is great with an annoyingly talky character. As Act 1 ended, I thought of all the performances I had seen that grabbed me by the throat this year, and how nothing onstage tonight did, thinking specifically of TopdogUnderdog for some reason? 2 mins later I saw Corey Hawkins at the bar.
I thought De Niro Jr. did a fine job (have i missed the nepo baby whining about him? Still just Platt and Beanie, huh? Interesting) but the stand out was without a doubt, as others have said, Miriam Silverman. I dont know why Hansberry gave all the energy and best lines to this WASP from the Upper East Side but Silverman runs away with it and deserves the Tony nomination that I assume will be coming her way.
i dont think there are bad seats for this--we were Row H, center-left--but i noticed that AGAIN we have a stage-raised-upon-the-stage situation, ala Parade. I'd imagine front orchestra is not the best.