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Steppenwolf Theatre Company’s, Windfall arrives with all the promise its pedigree suggests. Written by Academy Award–winning ensemble member Tarell Alvin McCraney and directed by Awoye Timpo, the production aspires to be a pulsing, lyrical meditation on grief, justice, and the uneasy intersection of activism and capitalism. What unfolds instead is a work rich in intention but frustratingly elusive in execution.

The play centers on a protest encampment that erupts into violence, culminating in the shooting of Eli, a member of Never Wrestle Justice - a group of activists unafraid to raise their voices. In the aftermath, Marcus (Glenn Davis), who has transitioned, lingers alongside his aging adoptive father, Mr. Mano (Michael Potts). Mano is left reeling, unable to fully accept the reported death of his child, Eli (Esco Jouléy). It’s a potent premise: a father who refuses to confirm his child’s death, a government eager to offer a financial settlement, and a moral dilemma that questions whether survival can - or should - be measured in dollars. Tarell Alvin McCraney frames the story as a “chosen family” drama, but the emotional foundation never fully coheres.

Marcus urges Mano to identify Eli’s body and accept the settlement, arguing that “blood money is still money.” Yet Mano resists, clinging to the unbearable ambiguity of loss. The arrival of various state representatives - played with dynamic range by Alana Arenas as First Lady, Miss Second, and The Last One - pushes the narrative into increasingly surreal territory. These figures, along with Jon Michael Hill and Namir Smallwood in multiple roles, embody a bureaucratic machine that is at once apologetic, predatory, and opaque.

There are flashes of McCraney’s signature lyricism, particularly in the spectral appearances of Eli. Whether ghost, memory, or manifestation of guilt, Eli’s presence should anchor the play’s emotional core. Instead, it muddies the stakes. When Eli ultimately reappears - alive, defiant, and ready to fight - the revelation feels less like a cathartic turn and more like a narrative sleight of hand that the play hasn’t earned.

This points to the central issue: the characters are too thinly drawn to sustain the weight of the play’s ideas. We see Mano’s grief, Marcus’s urgency to settle, and Eli’s activism, but we rarely feel them. The stakes, which should be life-altering, register as curiously low. Even the moral dilemma - to take the money or resist the system - never fully ignites because the emotional investment isn’t there.

Timpo’s direction leans into the play’s abstraction, emphasizing its communal and ritualistic elements. At times, this works; the staging has a fluidity that suggests a world where reality and memory bleed into one another. But the lack of clarity ultimately undermines the experience. Confusion becomes less a deliberate aesthetic choice and more a barrier to engagement.

There is also the question of place. Though the play is set in Chicago, it rarely feels rooted there. References to Rainbow Beach or Pequod’s Pizza read as surface-level markers rather than lived-in details. For a story so deeply tied to protest, policing, and community, the absence of a tangible sense of Chicago is a missed opportunity.

Still, the performances strive to elevate the material. Arenas is the undeniable standout, bringing vitality and nuance to each of her roles. Whenever she takes the stage, the play briefly finds its pulse. Potts lends dignity to Mano, though the script gives him limited room to build a fully realized arc.

McCraney has proven himself to be a playwright of profound depth and clarity. Windfall gestures toward that brilliance but never quite achieves it. It is a communal experience, yes - but one that leaves you searching for emotional and narrative footing long after the final moment fades.

Somewhat Recommended

When:   Through May 31

Where:  Steppenwolf Theatre, 1650 N. Halsted

Tickets: $20 - $148.50

Box Office: 312-335-1650

www.steppenwolf.org

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Ngozi Anyanwu’s Leroy and Lucy, in its electrifying world premiere at Steppenwolf Theatre, takes the legendary tale of Robert Johnson’s fateful night at crossroads and infuses it with the powerful mysticism of Yoruba spirituality. Forget the familiar Christian devil—instead, Anyanwu conjures Eshu, a complex Orisha (god) from Yoruba mythology who rules over sin and consequence, fate and chance, life and death. Directed by the fantastic visionary Awoye Timpo, this production doesn’t just retell a story; it transforms it, offering a dynamic cultural perspective that pulses with life and spirit.

Anyanwu’s storytelling is steeped in Yoruba tradition, with each line brimming with lyrical beauty and mythic depth. Lucy, played with fierce magnetism by Brittany Bradford, is Eshu personified—a playful, vain, argumentative trickster whose allure is irresistible. Leroy, played by the exceptional Jon Michael Hill, thinks he’s stumbled upon Lucy by chance, but the truth is far more chilling: Lucy has been waiting, watching, and weaving her magic to ensnare him—and the audience is captivated right along with him. Bradford’s portrayal of Lucy is utterly mesmerizing, casting a hypnotic spell that lingers long after scenes fade.

In one unforgettable scene, Legba—the Orisha known in Yoruba religions as the divine messenger and guardian of roads, paths, fate, and life—possesses Leroy’s body to confront Eshu in a thrilling clash of wills. As the master of destiny, Legba’s challenge to Eshu is charged with intense energy and revelation. The production also weaves in reincarnation, a core belief in Yoruba spirituality, adding a profound layer of spiritual depth making the play as thought-provoking as it is captivating.

Bradford and Hill’s chemistry is electric, their performances so raw and dynamic that they alone would be worth the ticket. Bradford, recently seen in Julia, The Watcher, and Dead Ringers, brings a complexity to Lucy that is fierce and enigmatic, while Hill, a Tony-nominated Steppenwolf ensemble member, infuses Leroy with vulnerability and resolve, torn between his aspirations and the spiritual forces at play.

Under Timpo’s masterful direction, Leroy and Lucy immerses the audience in a world that feels at once familiar and otherworldly. Andrew Boyce’s stunning set design, Heather Gilbert’s evocative lighting, and Conner Wang’s immersive soundscape create an atmospheric crossroads where visions flicker and secrets seem to breathe. Every element blurs the line between the earthly and the supernatural, drawing the audience into a world where they, too, must confront forces beyond comprehension.

Ultimately, Leroy and Lucy is a transcendent theatrical experience that bridges worlds—both cultural and spiritual. Anyanwu, Timpo, and the cast have created something profound and stirring: a play that speaks to ancient truths while challenging Western narratives, leaving its mark as a significant addition to contemporary theater.

Highly Recommended
When: Through Dec. 15
Where: Steppenwolf Theatre, 1650 N. Halsted
Tickets: $20 - $92
Info: steppenwolf.org