I was at the matinee today and found the play moving, (mostly) entertaining, and surprisingly accessible through the 2023 prism. The satire of earnest yet hypocritical liberalism -- one can only imagine how this landed in LBJ's 1964 -- felt startlingly fresh and relevant. I'll resist spoiling some of the targets, but Hansberry has much to say about patriarchal duplicity, and the play's baked in misogyny is (alas) all too familiar in sociopolitical discourse today.
In many ways a traditional piece of storytelling, the stylized directorial embellishments aside (and they add, appropriately, enhanced by the structural design), albeit one with a sometimes unwieldy canvas size. Characters are introduced incrementally, and some have more ultimate payoff than others. A major plot point is tethered to one late arrival and though it's organic to the whiff of a romantic subplot's set-up, it feels like much of the incipient drama, veering toward melodrama, isn't connected to the central issues of Brustein's apolitical stand(s). One can argue that the thematic cohesiveness is sustained: Hansberry does much with a multifaceted prostitution allegory.
As most have reported, the two stars not only have great chemistry, they carry the nearly three hours with the charisma needed to keep us focused on the emotional stakes; both give unstintingly, and build to a coda of genuine power. Isaac has the challenge of playing a man obsessed with humanity yet crippled by simmering rage at multiple targets. His charm offensive to mitigate the put-downs feels effortless, and greatly aids Hansberry's case for a man not always deserving of our empathy. The sexism in the play, rather than feel dated (again, alas) reminds us of how a glance in the rearview mirror says much about today.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 5/3/23 at 07:53 PM