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Something extraordinary happens on a street in Huntsville, Alabama. Mr. Woods (Keith Randolph Smith), a hard-working Black man in the community, is involved in a traffic stop with two cops (Mark Bedard and Jorge Luna) - a scene witnessed far too many times in America. But this time something strange occurs. As his neighbors, Retta (Caroline Stefanie Clay), Reggie (Ray Anthony Thomas), and their grandson, Trent (Cecil Blutcher), watch from their balcony perch, Mr. Woods's anger transforms into something... unexpected. Something that changes everything.

That's where Zora Howard's "BUST: AN AFROCURRENTIST PLAY" begins, and to say more would spoil its interesting revelations. "Bust," written by Zora Howard and directed by Lileana Blain-Cruz, is produced by Goodman Theatre in association with Alliance Theatre.

What makes this play remarkable is how it reimagines Black rage not as a liability, but as a source of protection - a force that might finally shield from, instead of exposing to, danger. Howard asks us to consider: What if the very emotion that so often puts Black lives at risk could become their shield?

Zora Howard's dialogue—especially in its most naturalistic scenes—crackles with authentic humor. Retta and Reggie's interactions sparkle, their shared past adding layers of meaning to every exchange. Their long history together makes even the smallest moments between them feel like inside jokes waiting to be told. The classroom sequences, where students push back against repressive authority, each other, and the invisible weight of a broken system, are electric. But as the narrative slips into more surreal terrain, cracks begin to show.

Unlike the magical realism of Gabriel García Márquez—where supernatural moments are seamlessly embedded in the everyday, unquestioned and mythic—"Bust" dwells too long in the confusion of its own metaphors. The characters' prolonged reactions to the inexplicable events ("What just happened?", "Where is…?", "How can…?") pull us out of the flow and render the surreal sequences more like detours than revelations. The unnamed, non-descript space—perhaps intended as a psychic or spiritual refuge from racial trauma—feels underdeveloped and too divorced from the world around it. Rather than expanding the emotional scope of the play, this abstraction creates a frustrating disconnect.

There's a clear metaphor at work: rage forces retreat; grief bends reality. But in "Bust," that retreat never fully reconciles with the lived world of the characters. The liminal realm they enter—be it dream, myth, or madness—never roots itself in the logic of the story. It becomes less a mystical integration and more an escape hatch, leaving the audience unsure how to interpret it, or why the play is split in two.

A seasoned dramaturg might have helped stitch the play's dual impulses—realism and abstraction—into a more cohesive fabric. As it stands, "Bust" is a piece with two distinct voices: one that speaks in the language of humor, pain, and communal survival, and another that whispers through metaphor, without always being heard.

Still, even in its fragmentation, "Bust" pulses with urgency and vision. Blain-Cruz's direction keeps the energy taut and the stakes high. The ensemble, including Bernard Gilbert as Zeke, Victoria Omoregie as Paige, Ivan Cecil Walks as Boobie, Renika Williams-Blutcher as Krystal, and Caitlin Hargraves as Ms. Pinto, bring unvarnished honesty to their performances.

In the end, "Bust" isn't a bust—it's an eruption. It's bold, funny, and full of potential. But in aiming for the transcendent, it sometimes loses sight of the real—and the real, here, is already more than enough.

SOMEWHAT RECOMMENDED
When: Through March 18
Where: Goodman Theatre, 170 N. Dearborn St.
Tickets: $25-$85
Info: www.goodmantheatre.org

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