I recently had both experiences when I saw
revivals of Athol Fugard’s Boesman and Lena and Lynn Nottage’s By the Way, Meet
Vera Stark, each of which recently opened at Signature Theatre, the company that has made
a name for itself by restaging the work of significant playwrights.
Signature’s relationship with Fugard dates back to the
2011-2012 season when it presented three of the South African playwright’s
works and the company has continued to do a Fugard play at least every other
year since then. Boesman and Lena, which was originally performed at a South African
university in 1969, focuses on two days in the lives of a couple, categorized
as “coloured” under South Africa’s apartheid system, who become refugees in
their own land when government forces destroy the shanty town in which they
lived.
A young me first saw Boesman and Lena when James Earl Jones
and Ruby Dee played the eponymous couple in a 1970 production down at the old Circle
in the Square. It’s one of those theatrical memories I’ve long considered
sacrosanct. And yet I bought a tcket as soon as I heard that Signature had cast the dynamic actors Sahr Ngaujah and
Zainab Jah in its production.
Ngaujah first caught my attention 10 years ago with his high-voltage
performance as the Nigerian musician and activist Fela Kuti in the musical
Fela! And I found myself mesmerized by Jah when I first saw her as a ferocious rebel
fighter in Eclipsed, Danai Gurira’s 2015 play about the civil wars in Liberia.
Neither actor disappointed me this time around either.
Director YaĆ«l Farber’s production of Boesman and Lena opens
with the weary couple trudging through the audience to the mournful sound of
the clanging pots that are among their few remaining possessions. Lena’s ceaseless
chatter—questions about where they will spend the night, complaints about the
beating Boesman gave her that morning and musings about how her life has come
to this point—provide the energy she needs to keep going. Boesman’s sullen
silence underscores his desperate—and potentially dangerous—hopelessness.
The situation becomes even more volatile when they come
across an ailing old Xhosa man and argue over whether they should take him into
the makeshift camp they’ve set up on some barren mud flats along a river.
Jah is a joy to watch as she moves effortlessly from the puckishness of taunting Boesman to the pathos of comforting the old man to the friskiness of the improvised dance Lena breaks into when she needs to rally her spirits. Ngaujah is given a more limited palette to work with but he digs deep, revealing the intense sadness of a man so crushed by racism that the only relief he can find is to lash out at others.
Jah is a joy to watch as she moves effortlessly from the puckishness of taunting Boesman to the pathos of comforting the old man to the friskiness of the improvised dance Lena breaks into when she needs to rally her spirits. Ngaujah is given a more limited palette to work with but he digs deep, revealing the intense sadness of a man so crushed by racism that the only relief he can find is to lash out at others.
Farber, herself South African, emphasizes the bleakness of
these character’s lives with an intentionally hermetic production that eliminates the intermission and doesn’t even
allow the actors to take a formal curtain call.
Some people I know have harrumphed that her approach is too unrelentingly grim but I think it perfectly captures the anguish that millions of refugees around the world continue to experience and to salute the resolve that allows them to persevere.
Some people I know have harrumphed that her approach is too unrelentingly grim but I think it perfectly captures the anguish that millions of refugees around the world continue to experience and to salute the resolve that allows them to persevere.
This revival doesn’t surpass or erase
my memory of Jones, Dee and the great Zakes Mokae as the old man but it does give the show a new and urgent relevance.
Nottage, a double Pulitzer Prize winner, is in the middle of
her inaugural season at Signature, which she has so far devoted to her more
comedic plays (click here to read her feelings about that). By The Way, Meet
Vera Stark is her satirical look at the way Hollywood has treated black women.
The play centers around the title character, an African-American actress in 1930s Hollywood whose only
opportunities in the movies are roles as slaves or maids and whose day job is
working as a real-life maid so that she can make ends meet.
The play's 2011 production at Second Stage featured a top-shelf
cast that included Sanaa Lathan as Vera, Stephanie J. Block as the temperamental white movie
star Vera works for and Karen Olivio as Vera’s friend who can and does pass for
Brazilian so that she can get roles denied black actresses.
The current cast—with Jessica Frances Dukes, Jenni Barber
and Carra Patterson assuming those roles—may be less starry but they’re equally game. The problem is in the direction. Jo Bonney directed the 2011
production with the same kind of brio that fueled so many Golden Age screwball
comedies.
Some of its scenes went over the top but, for the most part, they
brought the audience along with them. And they did it without sacrificing
the show's important message. For Nottage's play is simultaneously a comedy, a tragedy, a call to arms and, especially in its second act, structurally adventurous. I had some problems with that earlier production (click here to read my review) but I thought about the show for weeks after seeing it.
Kamilah Forbes, who directed the current production, has
a tougher time finding the right rhythm. At times the pacing is too fast and
jokes fly by before they can register. Other moments drag on, particularly a
few of the segments that use video. And some of the costume choices, especially
the dress Vera wears in the second act, try too hard.
My sister, who loves ‘30s movies, hadn’t seen the earlier
production of the show and so I invited her to this one. She struggled to stay
with it but eventually fell asleep.
“So what happened at the end?” she asked me as we walked down the block to the venerable West Bank Cafe for a quick post-show dinner. I started to tell her and then realized I’d already forgotten. Which kind of breaks my heart since remembering Vera is the whole point of the piece.
“So what happened at the end?” she asked me as we walked down the block to the venerable West Bank Cafe for a quick post-show dinner. I started to tell her and then realized I’d already forgotten. Which kind of breaks my heart since remembering Vera is the whole point of the piece.
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