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You might think that a rock musical featuring a genderqueer, hard-rockin’ and brokenhearted performer born on the wrong side of the Berlin Wall and the recipient of a sex-change operation gone horribly wrong might not be the show for you. But you would be making a big mistake.

Hedwig and the Angry Inch, a sometimes raunchy, sometimes heartbreaking rock-and-roll musical now playing with Haven at the Den Theatre in the heart of Wicker Park, is so much more. At its core, Hedwig is an inspirational search for identity, for acceptance, and ultimately, for finding one’s own voice.

And more than that, Hedwig under the skillful direction of JD Caudill, is just plain fun. You cannot leave the theatre without feeling that you have been entertained and uplifted. And in today’s current state of the world, that’s not a small thing.

The musical, with music and lyrics by Stephen Trask and book by John Cameron Mitchell, first opened off-Broadway in 1998 and won awards for Best Off-Broadway Musical. While it has been produced throughout the world in hundreds of stage productions, it wasn’t until 2014 when the show first made its Broadway debut starring Neil Patrick Harris and winning a Tony Award for Best Revival of a Musical.

The musical tells the story of “internationally ignored song stylist,” Hedwig Schmidt, in the form of a rock gig/stand-up comedy routine backed by the hard-rocking band “The Angry Inch.” Using song and monologue, Hedwig (Tyler Anthony Smith) tells her story which began as Hansel, a “slip of a girlyboy” growing up in East Berlin. Hansel meets Luther, an American GI, who promises to take him to America if he agrees to a sex change. The ensuing bungled operation leaves the newly renamed Hedwig with just “an angry inch.”

Luther abandons Hedwig in a Kansas trailer park, where she turns to music and meets the geeky Tommy Speck, whom she takes under her wing and soon falls for. But Tommy, too, is repelled by her “angry inch,” and after stealing her songs, achieves rock star fame. Hedwig once again is cast aside. She begins stalking Tommy, performing in dive venues next to the stadiums where Tommy is appearing. Throughout the show, Hedwig repeatedly pokes her head out the door where we can hear Tommy Gnosis (who Hedwig named) as he talks about himself, never mentioning or crediting Hedwig.

Hedwig is aided -- and hindered – by her assistant, back-up singer and husband, Yitzhak (Ismael Garcia), a Jewish drag queen from Zagreb. The two have an unhealthy, codependent relationship, and Hedwig verbally abuses Yitzhak throughout the evening, clearly threatened by his natural talent. We learn that Hedwig agreed to marry Yitzhak only on the condition that he never perform as a woman again.

Smith absolutely dazzles as Hedwig in their debut performance with Haven. They strut and swagger across the intimate setting of the Den, singing of their search for “The Origin of Love” and better half. A great deal of the charm of the show is Hedwig’s interaction with the audience, and Smith is quite adept at adlibbing and engaging with the audience, getting upfront and personal (very personal) with those sitting in the cabaret-styled tables. (As an aside, audience members do have the ability to indicate their preference for any audience participation with cleverly placed red, yellow, and green signs.)

It's all in good fun, and the audience loved it, as did the cast! Caudill also includes lots of local references and touches (like the Pepper Palace at the Salt Shed) that added to the performance, keeping it fresh and relatable.

Garcia, also making his Haven debut as the disgruntled and downtrodden Yitzhak, plays his role perfectly. It is clear that he yearns to come out from under Hedwig’s shadow, but he sullenly submits to his back-up role. Finally, in a complete breakdown, as Hedwig tears off her wig and takes off her makeup, Yitzhak must step up to sing the final song.

The show closes as Hedwig finds peace and acceptance within herself, and Yitzhak finds his true voice in a performance that brings down the house.

The two main performers are skillfully back by “The Angry Inch,” a hard-working and hard-rocking group of talented musicians led by musical director and keyboardist, Harper Caruso. Joining her onstage are Nate Hall on guitar, Alek Boggio on bass, and Mia Park on drums. In addition to keeping the beat moving, they also engage with Hedwig and Yitzhak in ongoing banter throughout the show and are very much a part of the overall performance.

I love the intimacy of the Den Theatre. It was the perfect venue for this type of show, but because of its size, I did feel the band sometimes overwhelmed the vocals and it was hard at times to clearly hear the words of the songs.

That aside, the evening was truly enjoyable and entertaining, and I would definitely recommend this production of Hedwig. As billed, it was funny, it was touching, and in the end, it was a wonderful reminder of every person’s need to find their own voice and use it.

Hedwig and the Angry Inch plays at the Den Theatre now through August 4. For ticket information, visit the Haven website.

“Truth, like art, is in the eye of the beholder” Jim Williams

The Goodman Theatre has conjured a spellbinding spectacle with the world premiere musical adaptation of John Berendt's captivating "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil." Tony Award winning Director Rob Ashford masterfully weaves together a tapestry of music, movement, and Southern Gothic, transporting audiences to the heart of Savannah's veiled secrets and vibrant eccentricity.

John Berendt's "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" isn't your typical true crime story. It delves into the captivating underbelly of Savannah, Georgia, weaving a narrative rich with eccentric characters and veiled secrets. Berendt masterfully blended humor and suspense, as he explored themes of Southern charm, social facades, and the ambiguity of good and evil. The book's charm lie in its ability to transport you to a bygone era, where Spanish moss hung heavy with secrets and the line between truth and fiction blurred beautifully.

Mac Arthur genius grantee Taylor Mac's book cleverly condenses the sprawling narrative of the novel, focusing on the key players in the central murder mystery. The Savannah social scene comes alive through witty dialogue and sharply drawn characters. Brianna Buckley as Minerva was captivating. Her magnetic presence and performance added a mystical, almost otherworldly dimension to the musical. Sierra Boggess imbues Emma Dawes with a delightful blend of pride and arrogance, perfectly embodying the President of the Preservation League. Austin Colby offers a nuanced portrayal of the ill-fated Danny Hansford, adding a layer of tragic complexity to the narrative.

Two-time Tony Award winner Jason Robert Brown's score is a mesmerizing blend of styles, echoing the diverse tapestry of Savannah itself. Lush ballads like Jim Williams' (Tom Hewitt) yearning "Mercer House" capture the city's languid charm, while the Preservation League ladies' “Savannah Is Restored” adds a touch of sardonic humor. The show truly takes flight with the electrifying personalities, which is what made the book a best seller. Tony Award winner  J. Harrison Ghee, a powerhouse in every sense, commands the stage as The Lady Chablis. Brown's music allows Ghee's vocal prowess to soar in anthems like the defiant "Let There Be Light," a showstopping celebration of self-acceptance that left the audience breathless.

The creative team behind this production deserves thunderous applause. Christopher Oram's set design transports us to Savannah's foreboding Bonaventure Cemetery, moss-draped town squares and the opulent Mercer House mansion, while Neil Austin and James Platt's lighting design creates an atmosphere both captivating and unsettling. Toni-Leslie James' costumes are a feast for the eyes, capturing the flamboyant style of The Lady Chablis and the understated elegance of Savannah society. Tanya Birl-Torres' choreography is a revelation, blending graceful waltzes with moments of raw, emotional energy. The ensemble cast deserves special praise for their versatility, seamlessly shifting from ethereal townsfolk to flamboyant partygoers.

Several numbers deserve particular mention. Anna Knox Carter's rendition of the mournful "Since My Mama Died" is a poignant expression of grief and loss, while Lavella Cole's "Clap On One and Three" injects the show with a shot of pure infectious joy and humor. The finale, "Butterflies," sung by The Lady Chablis and Company, is a triumphant celebration of opening up and living life to the fullest .

Adapting John Berendt’s book into a musical is a tall order. "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil - The Musical " is not without its flaws. The sheer number of characters and storylines can feel overwhelming at times, and the narrative occasionally sacrifices depth for breadth. However, the creative team behind this production rose to the challenge, the sheer brilliance of the production elements and the captivating performances more than compensate for these minor shortcomings.

This is a show that lingers long after the curtain falls. It's a dazzling spectacle,  a love letter to the captivating city of Savannah.  I would suggest seeing "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" before it goes to Broadway….and it will go to Broadway. With its provenance, it is destined to be a Tony Award nominee. It may change a little, but this is a show garden.

Recommended

When: Through Aug. 11

Where: Goodman Theatre, 170 N. Dearborn

Tickets: $40- $175

Info: www.goodmantheatre.org

Run time: 2 hours and 30 minutes, including one intermission

With CAN YOU HEAR US NOW? Chicago Tap Theatre presents an original show directed by Molly Smith. CAN YOU HEAR US NOW? featured a series of original choreography from CTT dancers inspired by, referencing, and in honor of historical figures in tap dance and jazz music history from the LGBTQIA+ community. Part archival research project, part live show, this show combined tap history with the state of tap dance today, with a focus on LGBTQIA+ perspectives. The production was a celebration of queer culture and history through the eyes (and shoes) of the dancers themselves.

CAN YOU HEAR US NOW? THE QUEER TAP DANCE REVOLUTION, performed at the Edge Theatre, is Molly Smith's directorial debut, and a fine job she made of it! Each production was choreographed by a Chicago Tap Theatre (CTT) member or apprentice, including Molly herself. Her solo performance, to Lesley Gore’s You Don’t Own Me, was stunning and clearly heartfelt. She further discussed the connection she sees between tap dance and queerness.

Mark Yonally (he/him) is the founder and Artistic Director of Chicago Tap Theatre, one of the most critically well-regarded dance companies in Chicago. They perform an annual three-show season in Chicago and tour throughout both America and Europe. Their performances have been chosen as the Top Ten Dance events of the year by the Chicago Tribune, the Chicago Sun-Times, SeeChicagoDance and Windy City Media. CTT’s stated mission is to share the creativity, the history, and the pure joy of tap dance; these were clearly illustrated in CAN YOU HEAR US NOW?

The set was purposefully and effectively nearly neutral; not so the lighting! which was refashioned to enhance each piece.

The intervals between pieces were very short, which was useful for the most part. However, their duration might have been adjusted to coordinate with the mood of the dances, particularly near the end, with more emotionally charged pieces: Molly Smith’s solo, and the dance commemorating our martyrs to the AIDS epidemic. Here the rapid interruptions felt hurried and forced.

There is something timeless and lasting about 1920s and 1930s jazz. The lively tunes and sultry tempos defined an era and resonates throughout every aspect of our culture from movies and cinema, music and radio, and to literature and theatre. I jumped at the opportunity to revisit the art-deco, jazz-fueled era to see The Fats Waller Musical Show, Ain’t Misbehavin.’

The incomparable Drury Lane in Oakbrook transports us back to the 1930s to celebrate the music of Grammy Hall of Fame American jazz pianist Thomas “Fats” Waller and the vibrant spirit of the Harlem Renaissance. Set in Chicago’s Bronzeville neighborhood in 1939 Ain’t Misbehavin’: The Fates Waller Musical Show is a non-stop party, featuring over 30 numbers with including “Honeysuckle Rose,” “The Joint is Jumping,” and “I Can’t Give You Anything But Love,” and of course “Ain’t Misbehavin’.” With a live pianist, a four-piece brass band, and an incredible cast of talented singers and dancers, you’ll lose yourself in the irresistible rhythms and soulful melodies that defined an era of musical brilliance. From sultry ballads to upbeat swing numbers, come to Ain’t Misbehavin’ for an evening of unparalleled entertainment where you’ll find yourself swaying and humming along to the enduring melodies from the legendary Fats Waller.

Coming into the play I was expecting one of two things. The first that this was going to be about the life of Fats Waller in the same way Tina Turner: The Musical or Beautiful: The Carol King Musical is. As the show started with the cast engaging the audience in the same style speakeasies and clubs allowed in the 1920s and 30s, I started to think the show was more like Choir of Man, more of a journey or a snapshot in time. But Ain’t Misbehavin’ takes a different approach entirely, one that this author hopes to see more theatre like it. Ain’t Misbehavin’ is an auditory and visual time capsule come to life. What it lacks in a narrative, it makes up for in pure enjoyment of the soulful music that defined an era and paved the way for modern jazz.  Director E. Faye Butler, a native Chicagoan and Southside resident surrounded by the beauty of the architecture and music of the Bronzeville neighborhood, says it best, “I wanted to bring a bit of history through the music of Fats Waller to the Drury Lane audience. Although Fats’ music was primarily written and performed in New York City during the Harlem Renaissance period, that same spirit and music was happening right here in Bronzeville at clubs where Fats performed, such as Club DeLisa, The Cabin Inn, The Regal Theatre, or The Palm Tavern. This was Chicago at its finest in 1939.”

With the exceptional talents of Sharriese Y. Hamilton, James T. Lane, Alanna Lovely, Alexis J. Roston, and Lorenzo Rush Jr., coupled with the music prowess of the Drury Lane Orchestra led by the incomparable William Foster McDaniel, this ensemble will have you jumping out of your seat and dancing in the aisles (or at least feel the urge to).

We’re brought into a world many people might not have experienced or heard about in every day experiences. To truly appreciate this piece you must not approach this show like others you have seen. It’s not a narrative. There is no great story arch. The actors and actresses need your engagement and enthusiasm (respectfully) and want you to interact with them when they signal you to. This is a club after all. Aren’t we all here to have a good time and listen to some incredible music? This is a show celebrating Fats Waller as much as it is celebrating incredible music that will stay with you long after the air raid sirens have gone off and we must once again be on our best behavior as we venture back to our lives. But for a short while, a brief moment in time, we can escape to 1939 Bronzeville where misbehaving is highly encouraged (respectfully).

The Tony-Award Ain’t Misbehavin’, The Fates Waller Musical Show revue is directed by E. Faye Butler and runs through Aug 18^th, 2024, at Drury Lane Theatre, 100 Drury Lane in Oakbrook Terrace. Tickets are available at www.drurylanetheatre.com.

Katori Hall is an acclaimed American playwright, screenwriter, and director, known for her vivid portrayal of African American experiences and social issues. Her notable works include "The Mountaintop," which won an Olivier Award, "Hurt Village," and "Pussy Valley," which she adapted into the successful TV series "P-Valley." Hall's "The Hot Wing King" won the 2021 Pulitzer Prize for Drama. A graduate of Columbia University, Harvard University, and Juilliard School, Hall's storytelling is celebrated for its authenticity and depth. Her work continues to shape contemporary theater and television, earning her a prominent place in the arts.

The Chicago premiere of "The Hot Wing King," directed by Lilli-Anne Brown, is a dramedy that serves up a heaping helping of laughter, family drama, and Black excellence – all sizzling with the promise of a fiery wing competition. Set in Memphis, Tennessee, the play follows Chef Cordell Crutchfield (Breon Arzell) and his boyfriend Dwayne (Jos A. Banks) as they prepare for the annual "Hot Wang Festival." Joined by their friends, the hilarious Isom (Joseph Anthony Byrd) and the stoic Big Charles (Thee Ricky Harris), their kitchen becomes a battleground of culinary creativity and personal challenges, both personal and relational.

Lilli-Anne Brown is an acclaimed director celebrated for her contributions to theater. She has directed numerous productions, including "Passing Strange," "The Color Purple," and "The Nacirema Society." Brown's work has been recognized with multiple awards, including the Joseph Jefferson Award for Best Director. A Chicago native, she has made significant impacts in regional theaters. Brown is celebrated for her commitment to diversity and her ability to bring complex, underrepresented stories to life on stage.

The play's greatest strength lies in its characters. Arzell embodies Cordell with a nuanced charm, capturing his self-doubt and his yearning to reconnect with his estranged sons. Banks provides a grounding presence as Dwayne, the supportive partner grappling with his own family drama involving his troubled nephew, Everett. Kevin Tre'von Patterson as TJ, Everett's father, brings a raw vulnerability to the character. The standout, however, is Jarbari Khaliq as Everett. Khaliq delivers a heartfelt performance as the teenager burdened by grief and resentment, looking for stability in an ever-changing world.  

The production itself is a feast for the senses. Lauren M. Nichols' scenic design transforms the stage into a believable and vibrant middle-class Memphis home, an open-floor plan kitchen/living room with overflowing spice racks and countertops. On the second level is a comfortable guest bedroom. There’s a patio next to the kitchen with a barbecue pit and basketball court.  Yvonne Miranda's costumes are equally evocative, reflecting the characters' personalities and the play's Memphis setting. Jason Lynch's lighting design seamlessly transitions between the jovial kitchen banter and moments of tender introspection, while Willow James' sound design adds a layer of authenticity with the sizzle of frying wings and the pulsating beat of soul music. There is even the smell of barbecue sauce wafting through the air.

However, the production is not without its shortcomings. While Isom undoubtedly provides comic relief with his flamboyant personality and penchant for flamboyant outfits, his portrayal occasionally veers into the realm of stereotypes. Isom's sole function seems to be the "outlandish gay friend," a tired trope that robs him of the complexity that other characters possess. More thought should have been given to this characterization. This reliance on stereotype undermines the play's attempt to celebrate Black LGBTQIA+ experiences, it undermines the story and feels like a missed opportunity for richer representation.

The plot itself, while heartwarming, occasionally feels predictable. The looming wing competition serves as a clear metaphor for Cordell's personal struggles, and the play's resolution, while satisfying, lacks the kind of surprise that would elevate the experience. While the humor is well-executed, some of the jokes rely on familiar tropes, leaving the audience wanting a bit more originality.

Despite these shortcomings, ‘The Hot Wing King’ remains an enjoyable and ultimately uplifting theatrical experience. The strong central performances, combined with the vibrant production design, create a world that is both humorous and relatable. The play’s exploration of family and brotherhood, masculinity and identity, and the importance of community creates a rich and layered exploration of contemporary life and relationships, one that is sure to resonate with audiences.

"The Hot Wing King" delivers a heartwarming dramedy that celebrates Black joy and resilience. It shines with its strong central performances and vibrant production design, creating a fun and relatable world.  Audiences seeking a feel-good story with a touch of Southern charm are sure to enjoy "The Hot Wing King."

Recommended

When: Through July 21
Where: Writers Theater, 325 Tudor Ct., Glencoe
Tickets: $35-$90
Info: writerstheatre.org
Running time: 2 hours and 15 minutes with one intermission

Steppenwolf’s Laurie Metcalf gives us a tour de force performance in playwright Samuel D. Hunter’s masterful “Little Bear Ridge Road.” But you might find this is a little different than the roles from Ibsen and Albee for which she won Tony’s on Broadway.

As Sarah, the 60ish cranky nurse living alone in backwater Idaho, she may remind you a bit of Roseanne Barr (whose sister Metcalf played on TV): brusque and sometimes mean, but her remarks are more reflective, less scattershot than the commedienne's.

Set in the outskirts of Troy, Idaho during COVID, the play opens with Sarah in rubber gloves cleaning around her three-seat, motorized recliner sofa - the only thing we’re given in the way of a set. But to what amazing use Metcalf and director Joe Mantello will put that recliner.

Soon Sarah’s nephew Ethan arrives, (Micah Stock is excellent), and after the briefest of pleasantries his aunt castigates him for arriving at eleven pm, three hours past her bedtime. “You should have started earlier,” she says. “I’m doing chores to keep myself awake.” Sarah finally offers condolences and we learn the reason he is visiting: to settle the affairs of his late father, a meth addict who died the week before.

Our sympathies go right to Ethan, but that will change. Hunter’s masterful and subtle script unfolds and unfolds these two, peeling back the layers of who they are and how they got that way.

Metcalf’s performance as Sarah is striking. Tony winning director Mantello, who partnered with the Steppenwolf actress to commission Hunter’s script, has Metcalf roaming the stage, exiting left and right but still shouting dialog back to Ethan. Stock is every bit as good, but his character is wounded, emotionally stunted, and ultimately less likable. His mother, we learn, ran away when he was young, probably because his father was an active addict throughout his upbringing.

Another wonderful thing about “Little Bear Ridge Road” is the freshness and immediacy of the dialog. The playwright, through Sarah, gives us the things we really talk about today: the grind of punishing jobs, details of medical conditions and attendant bills, and especially, picking apart streaming video series as we binge through meals ensconced in our recliners. The playwright (Hunter wrote the stage version of “The Whale” which won an Oscar in its film adaptation) indicates where actors’ lines overlap, the way we naturally talk over each other. And he gives the cast three volumes for delivery: explosive, normal speech, and implied lines in enduring silences. Oh does it work!

Metcalf’s Sarah, in particular, puts this guidance to amazing use, especially as we listen in on her side of phone conversations. When she dresses down a work scheduler, her voice is hellfire, like she flipped open the door of a blast furnace. As she abruptly ends the call, Sarah resumes a conversation with Ethan, all collected and nice as you please. At a few points she toggles back and forth between these voices quickly, and suggesting this is how she battles for survival with the outside world.

As the scenes advance, we advance in time, and to other locations, all portrayed with lighting (Heather Gilbert) and this simple set of a recliner sofa on a turntable. We’re at Ethan’s father’s house, where we watch as he flits through his late dad’s effects; a bar in Moscow, Idaho where men hook up with men and Ethan meets James, an astrophysicist grad student; a hillside where the two look up at the stars and James names and describes them.

A year after selling the house, Ethan somehow is still in that recliner with Sarah. In one remarkable scene Sarah and Ethan debate the merits of a streaming show— a particular preoccupation of our COVID sequestration that still endures. The two rise and fall in their individual seats, moving from supine to sitting, and back, leg rests rising and falling, one character ascending another descending, as they sallie and joust in the discussion. If barcaloungers have body language, this is surely it.

And James begins to appear on the sofa as well. Sarah and James forge their own relationship, and the gradual revelations—Ethan’s mother abandoned him to his father, who was addicted to methamphetamine (the drug in the streaming series “Breaking Bad”), Sarah had miscarriages, and daunting medical challenges.

The playwright’s smartphone voices in particular merit our consideration. They are Sarah’s lifelines to real relationships, two of them credited as Kenny and Vickie, whom we never see. But Sarah does, on Facetime. These voice characters recur, a kind of chorus of commentary that advances the action. Facetime Vickie (played by Meighan Gerachis) calls out Sarah’s co-dependency on her brother, and now with her clinging nephew Ethan. Gerachis is also onstage at the end in a spot-on performance as a nurse, Paulette.

A play that takes us along new paths into unexplored terrain, “Little Bear Ridge Road” comes highly recommended. Its run has been extended until August 4, 2024 at Steppenwolf Theatre in Chicago.

The running joke in my family is that we’ll go to the opening of an envelope if it were being opened at a theatre in Chicago. Whatever the show, the restaurant, the experience, we’re in. The third largest metropolitan in the United States boasts never before seen shows, touring productions, and home-grown arts that rival the best. While choices are plentiful, money is not. When choosing said envelope, one must be judicious, using word of mouth, reviews across different platforms, or influencers to determine if the juice is worth the squeeze. When deciding whether or not to recommend CLUE: A Walking Mystery experience here in Chicago, I’ll use the following exchange from the cult classic 1985 film of the same name to describe the experience:

Mr. Green: Now there's one thing I don't understand.
Professor Plum: *One* thing?

CLUE: A Walking Mystery is an interactive, IRL game of the beloved board game. In this version, the murder was never solved, the mansion sold, and the furniture from all nine rooms has been auctioned off and scattered throughout a specified area. Players must find the furniture found at local businesses and solve puzzles within them to figure out who did where and with what.

The experience begins in the lower level of Block 37 mall in the heart of Chicago on State Street. An actor “immerses” you into the Clue world, helping you launch the first “room” at a real working business (in this case Magnolia bakery) and then you’re on your own to navigate the busy streets and locate the clues at other working businesses such as department stores, Chicago landmarks like Palmer House, bars, and restaurants. If you’re able to find the venues that pose as the mansion rooms in this city experience, you then need to dodge and weave through patrons, staff, and shoppers. There is an excessive amount of material to consume at each location and groups are often bumping into each other at the artifacts to explore.

The experience and website boasts itself as an immersive experience, but its difficult to immerse yourself in Clue when you are also having to navigate one of the most highly trafficked areas in the city; you will play Frogger navigating bike lanes, dodging commuters and buses, you’ll play Guess Who with city street names and a simplistic 2-dimensional map, and you’ll play Hide and Seek with the objects or game “artifacts” you are trying to find. Clue is a complex game in and of itself that requires the player to keep rapt attention, look at all the clues and also have the ability to talk and play off the other players. There was no immersion in this experience, the interaction based on how much you are willing to give to it as it is a great deal of work. There is a companion application which you will 100% for more descriptive directions to the venues spanning several city blocks in a 1.5-mile radius of Block 37, hints to locate the physical “clues” to explore within the venues, or just skip the stop entirely as the app provides the clue and details should you simply get fed up, frustrated, or quit. While it also says it’s a go-at-your-own-pace, that pace better be within the 90-minute window to meet the butler at an obscure location along the Chicago river.

This experience was akin to an urban walking tour without any interesting Chicago history or facts. It is confusing and convoluted and if you have questions you are on your own. Have questions along the way? So? Figure it out. Have requests to repeat the directions? Should have listened the first time. CLUE: A Walking Mystery lacks the charm and true immersion that other pop-up experiences like the Ice Cream Museum, an escape room, or even a history walking tour offers for roughly the same price point. Though we started off rocky, we tried to make the experience worthwhile. But try as we might, we could find nothing endearing about this offering.

And to make a long story short (Too late!) This experience is confusing, frustrating, and not just very fun or entertaining. While it’s a great idea in theory, the execution relies on the love of a board game or the cult classic. In short, it doesn’t really have a clue…

CLUE: A Walking Mystery experience runs through September 15th. Tickets are available for purchase at cluewalkingexperience.com/Chicago.   

My first impression was, naturally, of the set: a stunning mural by Sholo Beverly in shades of blues and grays, the only color the red white & blue of an American flag. A series of posters were hung from the ceiling, from an announcement of a slave auction through Emancipation, the Civil Rights era and up to a headline from Obama’s first election.

1619 is the story of a journey made by an entire people: embarked upon involuntarily, maintained brutally, perpetuated coercively, and endured bitterly. Portions of the journey became gradually more volitional and intentional, e.g. the Great Migration between 1910 and the 1970s. But even that movement, though Isabel Wilkerson calls it an act of individual and collective agency, was neither truly spontaneous nor discretionary, but in response to the horrors of Jim Crow.

The journey was narrated by three individuals: playwright Ted Williams III, choreographer Marchello Lee, and Shannon Stiles, with four additional actors performing simultaneous enactments: Nicole Ross, Vanessa Love, Lucy Maura, and Ozivell Eckford, who was even more amazing on the West African hand drum as with the contemporary drum set onstage.

1619 is titled for the date that the privateer ship White Lion landed at Point Comfort [sic], Virginia, bearing 20-30 enslaved African people, who were traded by the ship’s chandler for supplies. The agonizing first scenes depicted the arrival of these terrified and traumatized people, and their sale as chattel. Indentured servitude was common in the seventeenth century, largely indigent white Europeans who were enslaved for as long as their indenture proscribed and then returned to their lives as free men. Enslaved Africans held no such contract; they were chattel slaves – property of their owners, as were their children, thus assuring an ongoing and self-renewing (organic and 100% pure; not a speck of cereal) supply of workers on whose backs the American South would build its empire of cotton, tobacco, rice, and indigo.

Our interpreters lead us to Juneteenth 1865, heralding the Emancipation Proclamation which, though flawed and limited, offered putative freedom to enslaved African workers. However, as one freedman stated, “we colored people did not know how to be free, and white people did not know how to have free colored people around them.” The result, of course, was mutual hostility and widespread mistrust, which has persisted to this day – 400 years, as Stiles repeatedly emphasized in her laments.

Stiles was superb, representing the anger, iron will, and exhaustion of Black women throughout history. The other two chroniclers debated in the hip-hop song Booker T or W.E.B.:  Williams made Washington’s accommodationist arguments while Lee aligned himself with W.E.B. DuBois, arguing for activism and reparations. I must admit this is where I began parting company with 1619 myself; attempts were made throughout to represent the virtues of both schools of thought but … see, I was 8 when Reverend King, with Bayard Rustin, Philip Randolph and 249,997 of their closest friends, Marched on Washington. There was, naturally, an article in Newsweek about it, with a sidebar specifically about the “I have a dream” speech. My mother cut that page out of the magazine and gave it to me, saying, “Keep this and remember this man. He’s a great man; he’ll go far.”  I still have that clipping in my childhood scrapbook, with the report cards and other memorabilia. Just sayin’—I’ve reverenced Dr King all my life, but at heart I’m more of a Malcolm sort of girl. Takes all types, n’est ce pas? And 1619 was written to speak to all types.

The music was amazing, comingling hip-hop, jazz, blues, spirituals, wonderful West African drumming by Ozivell Eckford and eight original songs. Marchello Lee’s choreography was marvelous, and masterfully danced by all players: Williams, Lee, and Stiles, with Eckford, Nicole Ross, Vanessa Love, and Lucy Maura. I think it was cool to see the playwright and choreographer on stage with the others; and Williams showed himself to be the consummate multi-tasker by also co-directing, with Fleetwood-Jourdain’s Artistic Director Tim Rhoze.

What didn’t quite work for me was the story sequence, despite the raconteurs. I lost the linear coherence somewhere between Abraham Lincoln and Rosa Parks, and found it difficult to reconnect, though I knew the chronicle fairly well myself.

I applaud Williams’ optimism, but I honestly can’t share it. The final song, about I See the Chains are Gone, wasn’t so much inaccurate as precocious; what event or circumstances does Williams see, present or forthcoming, that will actualize this change? The groundswell following George Floyd’s murder was squelched by a virus, and the many many subsequent murders have failed to revive that spark. Personally, I fear Williams may need to write an epilogue after November.

I was disappointed (though not surprised) at the audience: gratifyingly numerous and responsive, but overwhelmingly pale. True, this is Evanston, but the production was co-sponsored by Evanston Public Library and Northwestern University which, last time I checked, had no race restrictions in their admissions policies.  One hopes the NU Office of Neighborhood and Community Relations (the entity actually collaborating with Fleetwood-Jourdain) will put out some fliers.

Williams states in his biographical blurb that he ‘lives to inspire’. I wouldn’t necessarily call 1619 inspirational, but … let’s say it’s a safe production to recommend to your more ‘un-woke’ friends with reasonable confidence that they will learn something without being scared away. And the show is worth the time simply for the singing and dancing!

1619: THE JOURNEY OF A PEOPLE plays at the Fleetwood-Jourdain Theatre on Saturday evenings and Sunday afternoons through June 30.

RECOMMENDED

We all can do with a little more magic in our lives. Myths and Gods, magic and fantasy, these are the foundations of the stories we’re drawn to. They have a way of pulling us in, making us believe, and letting us escape the world around us, even if it is for only a few short hours. Magic can be found all over Chicago, take it from any die-hard Cubs fan; though it may not happen often, when we see magic, it stays with us. A little bit of that same magic is alive and well on the North Shore as the Skokie Theatre takes on The Lightning Thief: a Percy Jackson Musical.

The Lightning Thief: a Percy Jackson Musical is based on the popular novel of the same name by Rick Riodan. The musical follows Percy Jackson, a 12-year-old boy who newly discovers that he is a demigod and goes on a quest to find Zeus' missing lightning bolt and prevent a war between the Greek gods. With the musical’s book written by Joe Tracz and music by Rob Rokicki, this production has something for people of all ages. The musical first premiered on Broadway in 2014 with a rewrite and expansion run in 2017 though it hasn’t been widely performed in Chicagoland and it’s a shame. The musical is funny, witty, and simply magical.

Skokie Theatre only added to the charm of The Lightning Thief, the intimate vintage theatre lending itself to the production. Do not be deceived. This was no local community or high school production. The talent that brought this mythical story to life could grace any musical stage in Chicago and hold their own. Chicagoans will no doubt know the name P-Jay Adams who portrayed Percy Jackson, their pitch and vocal prowess a slice of magic in plot-moving musical numbers like “The Day I Got Expelled,” “The Campfire Song,” and “Killer Quest!” Adams led the plucky, youthful, and inclusive ensemble cast from the East coast to Los Angeles where the underworld resides. Delivering witty one-liners, embodying the characters of Gods and their angsty half-blood children, The Lightning Thief ensemble cast brought the mystical story to life and made us believe in the magic of the theatre.

While a Chicago theatre goer might not put Skokie or the North Shore on the map by comparison to so many powerhouses within the city, there is some kind of nostalgic magic at Skokie Theatre. Given the opportunity, Adams and many members of the ensemble cast could easily step onto any Broadway in Chicago stage. If given the production budget of a show like Death Becomes Her, The Lightning Thief: A Percy Jackson Musical would have the potential to make a spectacular run in Chicago.

The Lightning Thief: a Percy Jackson Musical is now playing on select dates at the Skokie Theatre located at 7924 Lincoln Ave in Skokie, IL through July 28th. Tickets are now available for purchase here. Lightning might not strike twice so don’t miss your chance to add a little magic to your evening and mock The Gods with your favorite demi-godlike hero.

First on the stage was Tabla artist Salar Nader, considered Afghanistan’s premier virtuoso on the tabla. His unceasing accompaniment was at times almost subliminal, then bursting out with intentional significance, but ever present, keeping us firmly rooted in Afghani culture … though I hadn’t been aware that in August 2021 the Taliban banned music in Afghanistan. Welcome to the States, Salar!

THE KITE RUNNER is based on the book by Khaled Hosseini, adapted for the stage by Matthew Spangler. Be warned that THE KITE RUNNER is not a light-hearted tale of boys frolicking in fields; many scenes in THE KITE RUNNER will be triggering to many people. These duplicities and complexities are what make THE KITE RUNNER a superb story.

Amir is the protagonist and narrator of the story, splendidly played by Ramzi Khalaf.  Fitting, as Amir’s talent for writing and storytelling is a key factor in his relationship with his father Baba (Haythem Noor), who is bitterly disappointed that his son is not interested in the games of ‘real men’, like soccer.

One game that Amir is enthusiastic about is Kabul’s annual Kite Fighting contest. Kite fighting is a two-man team sport: Amir directs and steers the kite while the glass-edged line is reeled out by kite runner Hassan, ardently played by Shahzeb Zahid Hussain. This relationship between Amir and Hassan is a central and enduring theme throughout THE KITE RUNNER.  

In Kabul kite fighting the kite strings are sharp and the sole objective is to use the tension of your string to cut all your opponent’s kite strings: the game is over when there is but one kite remaining in the sky. The runner’s role is to keep continual fixity on the line: just enough traction to make the string a weapon. There are no other rules … except, of course, that only boys can play.

Salar Nadar in The Kite Runner National Tour 

Amir and Hassan are closer than brothers: born into the same house, they nurse at the same (wetnurse’) breast, they take their first step together, and they speak their first words the same day: Amir’s first word is “Baba”, while Hassan’s is “Amir”. Though they live in the same estate, Amir and Baba sleep in the palatial house, all marble walls and crystal chandeliers, while Hassan and his father Ali (Hassan Nazari-Robati) live in a mud hut against the wall of the compound. The bonds of loyalty, Baba to his servant Ali and Amir to Hassan, are strong despite Baba and Amir being Pashtun, practicing Sunni Islam, while Ali and Hassan are ethnic Hazara and Shi’a Muslims. Throughout the story Amir struggles to navigate his feelings of ethnic superiority over the natural bonds of friendship: ‘But he’s not my friend! I almost blurted. He’s my servant!’ … and ‘Why did I play with Hassan only when no one else was around?’  

The Pashtun’s genetic elitism manifests in their relationships: meek, humble Ali would never dream of sullying his fealty to his lifelong master, any more than Hassan would renege on his allegiance to Amir. Both Pashtun men, however, deceive and betray the Hazara men they love dearly. Prejudice against Hazara is widespread: Hassan is often bullied by Assef (Wiley Naman Strasser) and his brutish cronies; Amir usually defends him… usually.

BTW: Any of this sound familiar? THE KITE RUNNER is totally relevant to 2024.

The production was splendidly directed by Giles Croft, with the able assistance of Cultural Advisor and Dialect Coach Humaira Ghilzai, who has meticulously crafted every detail to accurately reflect the glory of Afghan culture, particularly the Nikah (wedding) ceremony and the sparkling Afghan national dance, attan; I’ll wager Movement Director Kitty Winter had real fun with this!

The production crew was outstanding. The minimalist sets by Barney George were perfect to contain the complexities of the script. I loved how the curtains were triangular, like kites, and how their color changed via Lighting Designer Charles Balfour. The work of Musical Supervisor Jonathan Girling, Sound Designer Drew Baumohl and Projection Designer William Simpson allowed us to differentiate our location as the story moved from Kabul to San Francisco, from the kite-fighting fields to the cramped and sterile offices at Immigration. I need to give a shoutout to Fight Consultant Thomas Schall; he had a lot of work in this production and the fights came off flawlessly.

I always make sure to praise the Stage Manager. I once asked my friend and Thespian oracle, “so what does a Stage Manager do?” to which they replied: “Everything.” So, thanks, Giles T Horne, for doing Everything and doing it Well.

What makes THE KITE RUNNER truly remarkable is its complexity. The characters are multi-dimensional and expertly crafted out. The hostile Russian occupation of Afghanistan leaves deep scars; when the only oncologist Amir can find to care for Baba has Russian parents, Baba refuses, preferring death to fraternization.

The horror, however, was well balanced. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another barbarity, a word or a skillful mannerism would make me chuckle … and thank Whoever for that! cos there’s plenty of barbarity. THE KITE RUNNER is unquestionably a tragedy, but not irretrievable; Hassan’s final message to Amir said: ‘There is a way to be good again.’ *

VERY HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!

Playing through June 23; two shows on Saturday 6/15 at CIBC Theatre

*BTW, you can get a t-shirt printed with that legend in the lobby