A wondrous evening of sonorous music awaits you at The Bridges of Madison County. The story was also a 1995 film (Clint Eastwood directed and starred opposite Meryl Streep, who won an Oscar) then was translated into this Broadway musical in 2012 - all based on Robert Waller’s blockbuster 1992 romantic novel – 60 million copies sold worldwide.  

For this show, directed by Fred Anzevino, Theo Ubique’s cozy new cabaret playhouse on Howard Street gives us an unimaginably intimate performance. It is like a jewel box setting for a chamber opera, and features the immensely talented Kelli Harrington - a Broadway bel canto if ever there were one.  

The tale is really a reverie on romantic love, and paths not taken, as the married but lonely Italian-American, Francesca (Harrington) questions her life as an Iowa farm wife with two teenaged children. Her considerate, dutiful but uninspiring husband Bud brought her home as a war bride from a devastated Naples to his Madison County farm – a place as foreign to her roots and soul as the other side of the moon.

While Bud (Carl Herzog) is away at the Iowa State Fair with their teenagers Michael (Christopher Ratliff) and Carolyn (Peyton Shaffer), a National Geographic photographer, Robert Kincaid (Tommy Thurston) rings Francesca’s doorbell seeking directions. It turns out he has recently photographed Naples and happens to bring the issue featuring his photographs of her lost home. This helps triggers a torrid, four-day affair.

The drama unfolds at a leisurely pace. It is a low-key tale of self-reflection, befitting the emotional struggles of the Robert and Francesa as they weigh running away together. Just this side of becoming saccarine, The Bridges of Madison County's underlying story appealed to men and women, as does this show. It analyzes the values of duty and commitment, and where lies the duty of the chivalrous Robert Kincaid and the ultimately faithful Francesa. The lovely, harmonic music by Jason Robert Brown is more tone poems than Broadway numbers - perfectly suited to the remarkable Kelli Harrington, who teaches voice and has a string of Jeff Award honors.

In a class all by herself, Harrington sings and evokes in parallel, like a fine diva – an arched eyebrow, a furtive look, shaking her locks – it’s really quite stunning to witness. The elegant chamber music ensemble led by Jeremy Ramey emphasizes cello, violin, and keyboard. Francesca’s role dominates the musical minutes, with Robert as her partner in emotional upheaval countering with a comparably challenging song book. Tommy Thurston acquits himself admirably, in a complex role. 

Among the standouts were Shaffer and Ratcliff as completely convincing teens who sing wonderfully; and Molly LeCaptain as Robert’s ex Marian (she also plays Francesca’s sister Chiara) – backing herself beautifully on guitar in a solo. Plaudits to Kate Harris, whose performance I loved as neighbor Marge, always supportive, not too intrusive, who lives a parallel life of love and loss. Harris has a wonderful stage delivery, and played so realistically a woman aging over the years.

This is my second show at Theo Ubique Cabaret Theatre, and because I like the space so much I am tempted to see everything this season. Theo Ubique allows you to order dinner in advance, and the  performers serve before curtain and during. Or you can do as I did and sit in a bar stool and run a tab (no serving during the show itself, of course.) I have two related suggestions: for ticket buyers, because the theater has no lobby, you can’t be seated after curtain. (I learned that when I was a few minutes late for a performance. So be early.) The other suggestion I have is for a minor adjustment to the sound system, which is really pretty good. It could just be my ears, but certain upper vocal ranges seemed constrained.

Recommended See The Bridges of Madison County through April 21, 2019 at Theo Ubique, 721 Howard Street, Evanston.

*Extended through May 5th

Pentatonix has made acapella singing cool. Now The Choir of Man makes it to bro-ish. This fast-paced 90-minute performance is sensationally entertaining, as nine men, a mix of Ivy League, grungers and hipsters, cruise through tightly arranged pop-songs with a traditional London pub as the setting.

“Some pubs have darts, ours has a choir,” explains a character named Narrator, as the multi-talented troupe drawn from Ireland and the United Kingdom sing a selection of pop songs by Queen, Paul Simon, Red Hot Chili Peppers and others.

The Choir of Men began its national U.S. tour here in Chicago this week with a rousing opening night at the Broadway Playhouse. The 550-seat Water Tower venue is generously sized but still intimate, a perfect setting for this show.  Early arrivals were on stage partaking at the pub. As showtime neared the set is surrendered to the performers, but a couple women and one man were allowed to linger through the first numbers – a winning routine for engaging the audience.

While Choir of Man is admittedly a construct – it began in 2017 at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and was devised by producers Nick Doodson and Andrew Kay - it also smacks of authenticity. Part concern and a pseudo-play, the characters have stage names, but the real individuals behind those names match the up to a degree. 

The continuous banter is led off by Narrator (Denis Grindel) who like the actor playing him is from Donegal in Ireland.  As luck would have it  this show runs over St. Patrick’s Day weekend.  He introduces us to the other eight performers, providing a bit of backstory on each. This sets the stage for an evening of songs that showcases each of the men’s talents, including tap dancer Tapper (Matt Cox - they do not stretch far for the fictional names), while advancing their personal narrative, which is a mix of fiction and fact. Ladies’ man Casanova (John Sheehy) has major love affairs that seem to start and end on a monthly basis. Both the cahracter Casanova and the actor Sheehy are from Cork, Ireland. Likewise for Piano Man: both he and the actor playing him, Connor Going, are from Glasgow, Scotland  

At various points, the group coaxes women from the audience on stage, then showers them with wholesome flirtation and buckets of attention, singing all the while in a good-hearted schtick that is delightful to behold. On some levels it’s as though the Chippendales had hearts and brains, and kept their clothing on. Even if at times it can be as relentlessly upbeat as a Facebook photo stream, it stays on the good side of cloying.

And it works: guys also can dig it for the bro-factor, and the unabashedly guy-ness of the rock anthems performed. One man from the audience was on stage attempting a coaster trick that tracks a song to its punch line. And musically it is completely disarming – with 90 minutes of pop hits arranged to give each of the performers his moment in the spotlight, and mining for tightly harmonized male voices songs by Sia (Chandelier) Hedy West (500 Miles) Katy Perry (Teenage Dream).

The Choir of Man opens with one of its best numbers, a mashup of Save Tonight and Avicii’s Wake Me Up. Songs build and build to crescendos of guy-favorite groups, like Queen, with Somebody To Love, which forms one of the blockbuster sets, the bartender Barman (Mark Loveday) providing a creditable lead.

Narrator suggests that we will look into what being a man is all about, but they tread lightly on the subject, and the tone is more smiles and Facebook thumbs up. The performers are versatile, singing, dancing, and several play a variety of instruments. You will laugh and experience touching moments - like the wonderful rendition of Dancing With My Father as The Choir of Man works its winning ways on the audience. It runs through March 17 at the Broadway Playhouse, 175 East Chestnut in Chicago's Water Tower Place building. It's highly recommended. 

For those who love tap dance (and even those who don't know if they like it), the second annual Sweet Tap Chicago performance at City Winery was heaven on earth. It’s a mix of jazz, classic pop, and blues. And it features a dollop of rap, whose wordplay blends beautifully with the percussive sounds of tap shoes.

The Sweet Tap Chicago program is sui generis – its own thing – and the immensely engaging singers Taylor Mallory and JC Brooks lead the audience through a seamless story stitched together from music by a series of Chicago-grounded artists.

Chicago Tap Theatre, a dance school in the Ravenswood neighborhood, trains the performers and produces the event to celebrate the art form. Mark Yonally, the school’s artistic director, choreographed eight, and Kirsten Uttich, rehearsal director four of the 16 numbers, the remainder produced by other troupe members. 

The Sweet Tap Chicago Band, which leans toward jazz and classic pop, is led by bassist Kurt Schweitz (he is also the school’s music director) with Elisa Carlson on keyboard, Bob Parlier on drums, and Corbin Andrick on sax. Music was by Eddie Harris, Chaka Khan, Sonny Rollins, Sam Cooke, even the Smashing Pumpkins and Sonny & Cher, to name a few. 

And those dancers! The Guys’ Groove featured a jazzy male foursome in black jeans in shirts; the Bob Fosse shaded Superstar saw a trio of women each in black derby dancing to Lupe Fiasco’s song with a live rap overlay by Taylor Mallory.

The blockbuster piece brought improvisational duels between five individual dancers and each of the band members, to a mash-up of Curtis Mayfield’s Move On Up and Kanye West’s Touch the Sky. Saxophonist Corbin Andrick gave as good as better than he got in the number – it was way cool. Chicago Tap Theatre stages it's Sweet Sixteen Annual Gala on May 19, 2019 at Chicago Symphony Center. 

The two performances of Sweet Tap Chicago on March 10 also spotlighted the versatility of City Winery’s venue, a cozy room seating 300 for great food, fine wine, and vintage acts that fit the space, like 1980 Grammy winner Christopher Cross who plays City Winery March 19 as part of his Take Me As I Am Tour  City Winery also seeks out rising local talent, and real boon for the local music scene.

Chimera Ensemble’s How To Live on Earth tracks applicants vying for a spot on a one-way mission to colonize Mars.

Artfully constructed by playwright M.J. Kaufman as a series of short scenes, How To Live on Earth introduces us to four aspiring space travelers – a librarian, a software engineer, a lost Millennial, a physician – and we watch as they move through stages of the space vetting process.

From 200,000 entries, the field is narrowed to 100, giving these four a significant chance to board the rocket when it departs in a year. These vignettes, mostly about single people, may remind you of the 1986 film About Last Night (itself drawn from a play by David Mamet).

But this group is heading for the stars. Each makes it to a different stage in the Mars expedition: the businessman and the millennial are rejected early in the process; the librarian fails during an isolation test. Just one – the doctor Bill (Brian Sheridan) – makes it all the way to Mars. Along with the applicants’ varied backgrounds, personalities and motivations to go, come various levels of personal baggage.

Along the way, we also meet their loved ones. Katlynn Yost plays Eleanor, the librarian, and she and her tall bearded poet Russ (Graham Carlson) are just beginning to date, but the possibility of the Mars mission dampens Russ’s enthusiasm for emotional investment. The software engineer, Omar (Arif Yampolsky) is in a 5-year relationship with Rick (Jermaine Robinson, Jr.) who asks, naturally, “Why do you want to leave me for Mars?” The lost Millennial, Aggie (Hannah Larson), is relentlessly coached to win selection for Mars by her father Robert (Bob Webb), but she can’t coach him to say he will miss her.

The outlier is physician Bill (Brian Sheridan), an Ironman, competitive rock-climbing alpha male over-achiever, who we learn was invited to apply, and who eventually does make the journey to the Red Planet. He Skypes his disaffected step brother, Don (Siddhartha Rajan) who had always lived in Bill’s shadow; and his mother Carol (Stacey Lind) who now mourns losing him.

The script contains colorful touches: Brian's mother Carol rewinds and rewatches her son walk across a screen several times, with this scene re-enacted in forward and reverse. In two bar scenes, it is women characters who take the first move toward guys they want.  Kaufman artfully weaves together the interconnections of these characters, and the varying length vignettes build into a cohesive rise, with real dramatic weight despite their brevity. A rising playwright and script writer, with an MFA from Yale School of Drama, Kaufman is currently a staff writer on Netflix's The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. 

With the spare nature of the script, the play may seem limited in emotional dimension, but it is certainly inferred. In this regard, the librarian Eleanor comes closest to being a central character for the audience. The earth-bound brother Don, and Russ’s partner Rick give the strongest expression to the emotional depths of this Martian adventure, which throws everyone's lives up for grabs, including those remaining on Earth.

Don also dispenses some wisdom, commenting on the Martian adventurers: "Why do people love to dream? To get love. But when people arrive at their dream, the don't get any more love - and they feel empty." 

Director Gwendolyn Wiegold has drawn a very consistent level of performance from these nine actors, allowing the essence of Kaufman's intriguing story to come through in this 90 minute show with no intermission. The fresh style and youthful energy of this cast are well worth seeing and we recommend you not miss the chance. Chimera Ensemble's How To Live On Earth runs through March 24 at the Flat Iron Arts Bulding in Chicago. 

Lifeline Theater’s madcap adaptation of British author G.K. Chesterton’s 1908 metaphysical thriller The Man Who Was Thursday, gives us a madcap mix of  spy-vs.-spy and Masterpiece Theater who-dun-it.

Ensemble member Bilal Dardai is clearly a lover of this brief novel by Chesterton, a satire on espionage that if adapted to a contemporary setting would read fresh, lively and funny. Chesterton’s Catholic-infused philosophical writing is among staples of college English literature survey courses.

The Man Who Was Thursday follows the tale of a Scotland Yard undercover officer, Gabriel Syme, who infiltrates an anarchist cell intent on blowing up Parliament. In the course of his investigation, he is named the head the anarchist cell, then stumbles upon one embedded agent after another, until, it seems, the anarchist group is being managed entirely by Scotland Yard undercovers – with hilarious results. “I will tell you something else: this is no way to fight anarchists!” barks one of the agents on discovering another.

Director Jess Hutchinson and Dardai have kept the story in its Edwardian timeframe (it’s a remount of a New Leaf Theatre 2009 work) and while the first half dawdles the pace picks up, and the audience was fully enjoying this show – with the theater well filled. It’s a bit like watching a Dungeons and Dragons game enacted, with the characters (anarchists are named for the days of the week, to keep them incognito) taking on personae (a Scotsman, a German intellectual, a French petty nobleman) then discarding them when their identity is found out.   

The show rides entertainingly on the exceptional performances of the cast overall, especially Eduardo Xavier Curley-Camillo, who as Gabriel Syme, drives much of the show on his suave and exceptional delivery in a manicured British accent. It’s a fun show we can recommend for an entertaining afternoon or evening.  

The Man Who Was Thursday runs through April 7, 2019 at the Lifeline Theater.

Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde, running through March 23 at Strawdog Theatre, is an exciting rendering of the courtroom battles that led to a fatal fall from grace for 19th century literary genius Oscar Wilde.

It is hard to imagine now, with the growing empowerment of the LGBT-plus community, that Wilde’s career was completely destroyed when his attraction to men was discovered and proven. He was sentenced to two years of hard labor, and he lost all his assets and his income, dying nearly destitute three years later.

Promethean Ensemble’s wonderful presentation of Gross Indecency: The Three Trials of Oscar Wilde (actually a revival of a 2016 production by these talented players), brings us playwright Moisés Kaufman’s 1997 debut work, which won an Outer Critics Circle Award for outstanding Off-Broadway play in New York.

The play has aged well, and is exceptionally well crafted, and carefully researched, drawing from court records, and liberally sprinkled with Wilde’s memorably entertaining expressions. It has all the power of a court room drama, and all the flair of Wilde’s colorful life and friends.

The Promethean Ensemble is in its element, with a work that is loaded with excellent language, and demanding versatility – as 8 actors take on more than 25 characters, plus Wilde. He was a great speaker and writer, and Jamie Bragg’s performance in the lead conveys his brilliant intellect, and great humor. The cast is large, and the characters plentiful – and while the casting includes several women playing men’s roles, gender identities disappear for the audience as soon as the performances commence.

Because it is a revival of an earlier production, with largely the same cast, Promethean hit the ground running even before opening night. Directed by Brian Pastor, the costumes by Uriel Gomez have a creative steam punk that cross the boundaries from 19th century to contemporary leather and safety pin fetishism. 

The first act describes Wilde’s creative world and his social circle, and at one point we leap to the present, as a scholar explains to a television interviewer that in his time, Wilde would not have conceived of himself as “gay,” but merely as a creative aesthete, who was unbound by contemporary mores and taboos, modeling himself after the ancient Greeks in his love for young men.

Wilde was “outed” by the Marquess of Queensbury, accusing him publicly of being homosexual in an effort to end Wilde’s relationship with his son, Lord Alfred Douglas. The Three Trials part follows from Wilde suing Queensbury for defamation, but losing when it was proven that he did have sex with men.

This evidence brought a new trial as Wilde was charged with "committing acts of gross indecency with other male persons," a crime against a recently adopted law. We see enacted the excellent defense mounted by Wilde’s lawyer. But the trial ended in a hung jury, and Wilde was convicted in the third trial, and went to prison.

Wilde’s reputation was reclaimed over the decades, largely by the power of his writing. He is perhaps the second most prized author in English letters for such perfectly realized works las his novel, A Portrait of Dorian Gray, or his plays that remain popular to this day, such as Lady Windermere’s Fan, The Importance of Being Ernest, or The Ideal Husband.

Watching this show, I whispered to myself, “Brexit!” For the play brought to mind a rigidity seen in British Government, which under a Victorian sodomy law, felt duty-bound to continue its unfortunate legal pursuit of him – despite several junctures at which it would have been possible to do so gracefully.

Bound by expectations in a rigid social structure, the Crown’s legal apparatus went over a cliff with Wilde as they destroyed one of the leading lights of British culture, on behalf of the nobility class. (Likewise they are headed over a cliff by slavishly following the Brexit plebiscite – in my humble opinion.)

There is great tragedy there, both in Wilde's original decision to sue for slander, and in his ruin. At the time, Wilde had two immensely popular plays on London’s West End. These closed, cutting off his revenue, and allowing creditors to seize his assets, amid a scandal that, as we learn in Gross Indecency, he largely initiated himself. The Promethean Ensemble show runs through March 23 at Strawdog Theatre, and it is highly recommended.

You may need several moments to come down after witnessing Steppenwolf’s stunning, let me say truly astounding new production of a play by Jackie Sibblies Drury. This powerful work was ahead of its time when it premiered in 2012 at Chicago’s Victory Gardens Theatre – eventually heading for off-Broadway and recognition in multiple awards, but under appreciated at the time, and neglected afterward. But now perhaps the world is better able to receive it.

It tells the story of a high school class enacting a historical recount of three decades of German occupation of what is now Namibia (formerly Southwest Africa), ending with World War I. It was a period replete with the worst of Colonialism, with land theft, cultural destruction, and a deliberate genocide against the Herero people.

The play’s unlikely long name suggests the earnestness of the students producing it: “We Are Proud to Present a Presentation About the Herero of Namibia, Formerly Known as South West Africa, From the German Sudwestafrika, Between the Years 1884-1915.” Since there is little written record from anyone but the occupiers, the students begin with letters written home by German soldiers, and incorporating factual details from other records.

As with any production, the student actors seek the motivation of their characters, and the roles they play. They tell fundamentals like geography and language in a lighthearted engaging way, capturing the audience. As the story progresses, though, and the German government asserts increasingly stringent control, the students must act out cruel and even violent behavior – and they begin to resist. Learning 80 percent of the Herero men were killed in this period, students are overwhelmed and do not want to re-enact the scenes.

"We're talking about a rehearsal for the Holocaust," says one student, horrified. But another corrects him. "It wasn't a rehearsal," he says. 

Yet their teacher pushes them on, beyond the brink, to unbearable acts and emotions, and the audience moves with them. The performances by the cast show real stars on the rise: Will Allan (Actor 3/Another White Man), Terry Bell (Actor 2/Black Man), Taylor Blim (Actor 5/Sarah), Jeffrey Owen Freelon Jr. (Actor 4/Another Black Man) Michael Holding (Actor 1/White Man), and Jennifer Latimore (Actor 6/Black Woman). The performances of Allen, Freelon, Holding, Bell and Blim blew me away, their parts demanding extreme versatility, or in the case of Bell, deep emotion and sentiment.

Playwright Drury gives us a concatenation of the inhumane treatment of tribes by the occupying army in Africa, to the treatment of African-Americans under Jim Crow. These scenes are especially unsettling, and we are reminded of the consequences of laying waste to the social mores that keep us civilized. With social movements like Black Lives Matter, #Oscarssowhite, and following Charlotte and NFL protests, the public at large may be better able to understand this aspect of the play - but it is gut wrenching.

We Are Proud to Present a Presentation… is a consequential work of art, reminiscent of Master Harold & The Boys and Miss Margarita’s Way, which similarly trace the seemingly inevitable power of sinister social forces. Director Hallie Gordon (she co-directed it with Gabrielle Randle) says to reconstitute the account of the tribal people, the production called on the work of Toni Morrison and others who employ "critical fabulation" to reconstitute histories of lost peoples, as well as existentialists like Brecht and or Beckett.

This production of We Are Proud to Present a Presentation is aimed at young audiences and will tour schools and Park Districts after it closes on Halsted. It is without question serious material, and an important production for everyone - the opportunity to see it should not be missed. It comes highly recommended, and runs only through March 23 at Steppenwolf Theatre.

Lookingglass Theatre, known for its excellent production values and its incomparable space at the Water Tower pumping station, brings us an intriguing new work, Act(s) of God. 

Billed as an existential dark comedy, but really much more of a farce, it is a “guess who’s coming to dinner” tale of cosmic proportions. Written by troupe member and actor Kareem Bandealy and directed by Heidi Stillman, the show spares nothing in quality of effort and has an intriguing storyline, but runs off the rails by the third act. 

It opens on a middle-class family home where Father (Rom Barkhordar) and Mother (Shannon Cochran in an outstanding performance) await the homecoming of their boy Middle (Anthony Irons) and his girl Fiancée (Emjoy Gavino). Their two other children will also be arriving soon, a daughter Eldest (Kristina Valada-Viars) and another son, Youngest (Walter Briggs).

Sorting the mail, Mother listens to a radio report on the imminent passage near earth of the asteroid, Apophis, while she and Father reveal in passing that it is April 2029 – a date that gains in significance. Other rather witty exposition tells us how much (and how little) the world has advanced from the present. “Everyone’s driving solar cars, but why do we still have junk mail?” Mother asks.

In the mail pile Mother finds an unusual letter, but she can’t tear the envelope, nor can Father, nor the other children as they each arrive. No one can, that is, until Eldest arrives, disturbing the others who are deep in a stylized, futuristic New Age prayer ritual. (In a  droll touch, Bandealy has them ask God not for forgiveness, but to “Help us forgive ourselves.”) As it turns out Eldest is not only an atheist but also a lesbian, things which estrange her from the family. And perhaps to the detriment of this script, Eldest is a writer. But she is able to open the letter, revealing that it contains a message from God: he’s coming for dinner tomorrow night.

The plot thickens promisingly, and great deal of angst and stress accompanies preparations for their guests’ arrival, with Mother begging the rest, “Please don’t embarrass me in front of God.”

But the play takes a turn for the worse, as family tensions and dynamics fill the remainder of a way too-long show (three acts, two intermissions). These scenes are full of drama, but they do not a play make.  And while Bandealy’s characters are clearly defined personalities, jousting continuously, they seem only vaguely related to each other. Was it a matter of casting or direction?

Perhaps it’s the script – which is not fully jelled. Much of the dialog is actors reciting lengthy written texts, well stated, but mostly unconvincing as spoken language. This is slightly less of an issue with Mother, Youngest, and Fiancee, but is especially a problem with Eldest, who talks over the other characters in sometimes interminable diatribes and expository essays. Such character types have been known to represent the author.

There are also unconvincing dramatic moments, as when Father falls asleep sitting up in a chair for almost an entire Act, while a wild family wrestling and shouting match surrounds him. Or the siblings and Mother sitting unnaturally rigid and immobile throughout a scene as Father comes and goes from the kitchen, talking a mile a minute. 

Bandealy does give each character a moment of glory, with a signal monologue: in the son Middle’s take-down of his sister, Anthony Irons is moving and convincing. In Father’s recitation of an invented religious parable, Rom Barkhordar is flawless. Likewise, Shannon Cochran, who in what might be a ranting soliloquy decrying the raw deal given her by motherhood, instead sings her lines to the accompaniment of a baroque sinfonietta. It’s surpassingly than charming.

Oh yes, and God comes and goes, unseen by us. But we do hear him like a “passing wind” (a nice inside joke for religious folks, he is flatulent on a cosmic scale as well, it turns out). The date of God’s arrival, April 14, 2029, is repeated so frequently in the dialog I looked it up in Wikipedia. It is the day a large asteroid will come within 19,000 miles of the Earth – which clarifies the radio report in the opening minutes of Act(s) of God. 

The set by Brian Sidney Bembridge – the living and dining room of a middle-class family home – is wonderfully appointed, and conveys that indeterminate futuristic point in time with a mix of furnishings dating from 1920 deco and ersatz 1950s French provincial, to mid-century modern and contemporary retro, along with futuristic sconces and wall paper. 

The set matters, as it must also provide a climactic end to the play. But it was not a particularly satisfying one. The coincidence of a visit from God and an asteroid flyby gives a reasonable platform for an existential dark comedy, but hours of family squabbling didn't seem very existential or funny. There’s some good in Act(s) of God, and some great bits, so it's somewhat recommended if you have the patience for it. It will be at Lookingglass Theatre through April 7, 2019.

The Total Bent is a musical show so delightful I wish I could shrink it down, put it in a shoebox and show it to all my friends. But you can (and should) go see it full scale at Den Theatre, where it runs through March 10.

Ostensibly the story traces a British record producer’s effort to record a Gospel music prodigy in Montgomery, Alabama. But to be truthful the real story told by playwrights Heidi Rodewald and Stew depict with color and verve the personal journey of a creative spirit – Marty Roy (Gilbery Domally) – as he finds his voice and attains fame on a global stage.

All that is set against a sweeping portrait of the tense interplay between black music and African-American culture as the Civil Rights movement seized the day. It is told through the oedipal battle of a father and son who are at odds around matters, spiritual, social and musical.

The Total Bent features Chicago treasure Robert Cornelius as Montgomery preacher Joe Roy who has built his career as a Bible-thumping televangelist and Gospel music recording artist. This role taps Cornelius's wonderfully expressive baritone, and his stentorian delivery in the dialog.

But it is Gilbery Domally, as Joe’s young adult son, who steals the show, channelling the role of Marty Roy. He is dazzling! Domally is more like a force of nature than mere performer as he traverses a role that sees him evolve from his father’s hidden spiritual musical muse, moving across multiple musical styles and stage personae as he navigates toward his creative apotheosis on the world stage.

All this is told with an acerbic wit, and that ironic twist we get from the likes of Donald Glover, Jordan Peel, and Spike Lee.
From the moment Marty Roy prances onto the stage, we are treated to a continuous critique of his father, and an uproarious and irreverent running commentary on the conflicts between those clinging to the status quo in the Jim Crow South, as Black Power emerged.

Joe Roy is celebrated for his inspiring, traditional Gospel songs. But to keep the song mill moving, he relied on his wife, now gone, and now his son Marty, to pen the music. As the social revolution rocks Montgomery and the South, Marty encourages his father to tap into it in his preaching and singing, and provides him a lovely song with a scathing refrain: “That’s why he’s Jesus and you’re not, Whitey.” Marty asks the Music Director (Jermain Hill, who also plays Deacon Charlie, is a stitch) to do a retake: "Try a less church-y sound," he says. "I am such a pest!" 

Siding with social conservatives, “This protesting stuff is going to ruin everything,” Joe Roy tells his son. “Is there any real money in it?” He advises Montgomery's white people to ride the buses to combat the boycott by blacks that was launched by Rosa Parks. “If our spiritual rights were in order, we wouldn’t need no civil rights,” he advises his African-American followers.

Then Marty Roy skips across to stage right, waves his hand, and offers an explanation to the audience (it's hard to imagine today, but most white people regarded Parks as a villain): “This all be the past, and shit.” Rather than labor in his father's vineyard, Marty sets out to become a secular music writer, and we watch him transform in stages, becoming a James Brown soul singer with carefully choreographed back-ups, to a Prince-like apparition who has continuous bookings in London.

The Total Bent is largely a sung work, with limited amounts of dialog. It is the latest theatrical script by the creative team of Heidi Rodewald, and Stew. The two rose to fame with Passing Strange, which won a Tony, an Obie, and a Drama Critics Circle Award in 2008. Stew (he doesn’t use his last name, See) is a singer, songwriter, and leader of a pop-rock band in Los Angeles called The Negro Problem, which recorded Post Minstrel Syndrome in 1997. As this background suggest, Stew mines a rich vein of “detached black irony” in his creations.

The music is wonderful, two band members also characters: Frederick Harris as Deacon Dennis; and Jermain Hill as Deacon Charlie. Outstanding also were supporting cast members Michael Turrentine as Andrew and Breon Arzell as Abee – the duo deftly taking on a variety of comical roles as church ladies and bumpkins.

Among so many striking aspects of the show, we get to see and hear several songs composed, Joe Roy's sacred version, then a retake by Marty Roy in a profane rock style. One such is "Sinner I Know You're Lost." It's a lovely classic hymn as Joe Roy originates it; but it is transporting when Marty Roy redoes it in a swinging rock style, coupled with the refrain, "I gotta get up on the cross." 

The Total Bent is highly recommended on its own merits, and especially to see Gilbery Domally’s amazing performance. Jointly produced by Haven Theatre and About Face Theatre, it features dummer Christian Moreno on drums, Anthony Rodriguez on winds, Derek Duleba on guitar, and Kurt Shelby on Bass. It’s at the Den Theatre through March 17.

Before he was Twilight Zone’s scriptwriter and frontman, Rod Serling broke through with the 1956 teleplay of Requiem for a Heavyweight, a powerful noire telling of a boxer on his way down. This work was originally broadcast live in black and white, and starred Jack Palance, Keenan Wynn, and Kim Hunter. In those days it was performed just once, and in this case the lone recording is of moderate quality. 

Putting such a teleplay onto the stage is transformative for the work. The audience is not limited to the camera’s viewpoint, but it tests the writing and of course, the performances. We can report that Artistic Theater’s production is absolutely first rate – first and foremost because it is very well cast, with a staggeringly good performance by Mark Pracht as Harlan “Mountain” McClintock. Pracht seems born for this role, as he is both a mountain of a man, and carefully expresses Serling's portrait of a Tennessee country boy who has taken way too many punches.

This is also a tragedy, in the Greek sense – Mountain had risen to become a contender for world heavyweight champion, but began to decline before he could get there. Like any tragic hero, he is thwarted by an antagonist: his manager, Maish Resnick (Patrick Thornton), who has skimmed profit from Mountain during his rise. Now as Mountain loses more than he wins, Maish plays a deceitful game – which creates the turning point in the play’s resolution.

Thornton is full throttle in this role, playing convincingly enough that you will come to loathe him. But even more forceful and compelling is the performance of Todd Wojcik as Army, as Mountain’s trainer and constant wingman. Wojcik’s performance is freighted with emotion and empathy, and will touch your heart.

There are a several other colorful characters in this cast, hustlers on the make that Serling drew from his own experience as a boxer. And we have a chorus of lower-level boxers and trainers, and thugs. These characters enact stylized boxer training interludes that are very powerful. And though each has a small part, it makes for a stunning effect overall. The set is a simple canvas platform – the ring – and the audience is seated around it, in a very intimate space.

There are just two female figures in Requiem, and both seem bound to be stereotypes of a 1950s male psyche: Golda (Laura Coleman), a “dame with a bad reputation” and Maish’s main squeeze. “What are you doing vertical; is there a recession on?” Maish asks her, in a reference it’s hard to imagine got through the censors.

The other female role is more substantial – Grace Carney (Annie Hogan), an employment agent who falls for Mountain as she tries to help him transition from boxing to something new. Hogan’s performance mines the role for all the meaning it can bear, and she is a strong heroine against the dastardly Maish. Her character in Requiem for a Heavyweight foreshadows another woman who supported Rocky years later.

The teleplay was influential enough to warrant a British TV version starring Sean Connery with a cameo by Michael Caine, and was turned into a 1962 film featuring Anthony Quinn in the lead. As a genre, teleplays are memories, but perhaps they foretold Netflix and Amazon movie productions. Teleplays have been tremendously influential – think of 12 Angry Men, Marty, The Days of Wine & Roses – all originated as live television productions.

Requiem for a Heavyweight is a great show, and a theatrical event. Running through March 31, there are just 50 seats per performance, so it is highly recommended you plan to attend at The Artistic Home on Grand Avenue in Chicago.