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I arrived at the Goodman Theatre for the opening of its 47^th annual production of A Christmas Carol, directed by Jessica Thebus, like many of us—not really feeling the upcoming holidays. I’m usually a real Pollyanna, trying to put on the happy face. I’m usually Bob Cratchit, the good soldier. I’m Tiny Tim Cratchit, even, throwing around “God bless us, everyone” like it’s tinsel. But not this year. This year, I got to the Goodman feeling like a regular Scrooge. And then I walked into the lobby and the whole thing hit me like a series of middle-of-the-night spectral visits upon a four-poster bed. It changed me.

From the balcony above we were greeted by Benet Academy’s Madrigal Singers, sprinkling down on us carol after carol. Seated next to a large, unlit Christmas tree was William Buchholtz, a Native American flautist and a haunting caroler himself. Thebus, back for her fourth Goodman production of this holiday favorite, addressed the audience, lighting the tree and spreading some cheer—and we hadn’t even found our seats yet.

Once the show began, the sets by Todd Rosenthal transported us back to a different beautiful but bleak era—Dickensian England. All of the trappings one expects of A Christmas Carol are there. Muffed carolers, chestnut peddlers and poultry peddlers, and Scrooge & Marley’s beckoning lending house. There we meet Christopher Donahue’s Ebenezer Scrooge—mutton-chopped and hunched and as unhappy as we expect Scrooge to be. But that darkness, very real and very dark, is constantly counteracted by the radiance of the rest of the cast. Anthony Irons’ Bob Cratchit, cheerful charity collectors played by Penelope Walker and Wai Kim, and Dee Dee Batteast’s ever-loving niece all fend off Scrooge’s glare and gruffness by not even acknowledging his grinchiness—their world, while perhaps less financially happy than Scrooge’s, is a completely separate and better world emotionally than his, down to the vibrant colors of their costumes.

(L-R) Anthony Irons, Christopher Donahue, Ava Rose Doty, Xavier Irons, Henry Lombardo, Isabel Ackerman, Viva Boresi, Tafadzwa Diener and Susaan Jamshidi.

Once back at Scrooge’s house (whose ghastly door knocker made both me and my young daughter jump, even though I knew what was coming) we are surrounded by this bleak world this miserable old miser’s made for himself. It’s drafty and dark and dusty and the perfect place for the jarring arrival of Scrooge’s long-dead partner, Jacob Marley, played by William Dick.

The sights and sounds of Marley’s visit are frightening, even when expected, but they contrast the joy and light spread by the first two spirits who visit Scrooge once Marley departs. Lucky Stiff’s Ghost of Christmas Past is buoyant and bright and over the top—meant to get Scrooge’s attention and ours. The spirit transports us all back in time where our hearts break along with a young Ebenezer Scrooge, portrayed brilliantly by Henry Lombardo, and then leap across the hardwood of Fezziwig’s warehouse-turned-dancehall, only to be broken again by Scrooge’s interaction with his true love played charmingly by Amira Danan. We see all the light Scrooge has lost—and it only makes him and the world he’s created that much darker.

Scrooge’s present is as sad as the present world around him is resolutely jolly, made all the more so by Bri Sudia’s Ghost of Christmas Present. The Cratchit children—Isabel Ackerman, Viva Boresi, Xavier Irons, Tafradzwa Diener, and Ava Rose Doty as Tiny Tim—counter Susaan Jamshidi’s tired and realistic Mrs. Cratchit, just as Batteast does at an evening party attended by other folks who are over it.

While Marley’s ghost was truly terrifying, this Ghost of Christmas Future was less scary and sadder—a dead flower, a faded dowager. But, of course, it’s the specter of a sad future that finally snaps Scrooge out of his life of being a scrooge.

And Donahue’s transformation is very real. We’re all used to a claw-handed and clench-jawed Scrooge from film after film. And we know the change to come—to that of a heel-clicking distributor of charity and cheer. But seeing it happen right there, before our eyes, was as magical an effect as any of the magic on display. A real Christmas miracle.

Now, I have no clue if transforming a Scrooge-like audience was Thebus’ intent (or Dickens’), although I’m sure that’s what both were aiming for. But just like the Victorians who Dickens was addressing, our world today could use some hope and some cheer. And just as Donahue’s Scrooge did onstage, I found myself leaving the Goodman Theatre a little more hopeful and a little more cheerful. I have no idea if you’ll experience the same transformation as I did, but I can promise you that this production of A Christmas Carol, at the Goodman Theatre from now through December 30, will at the very least entertain you and warm your heart this holiday season.

The expansive, opulent home exudes an air of solid middle-class comfort, boasting a formal dining area, an upright piano, and multiple doors leading to various sections of the house. A bay window graces an alcove, while a grand staircase ascends to the sleeping quarters on the second floor. Adorning the walls are portraits commemorating significant moments in the family's history, including images of MLK and Rosa Parks alongside the patriarch. This residence, nestled in the Jackson Park Highlands—an economically segregated enclave on Chicago's South Side—radiates a sense of peace, tranquility, and nobility. Soon, however, it will transform into a bustling hive of activity.

Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, a MacArthur Fellow and Pulitzer Prize finalist is a chameleon in the world of dramatist.  He wrote the controversial Obie Award-winning “An Octoroon”; the satirical  thriller “Gloria”, and the southern plantation drama “Appropriate” which received its world premiere in Chicago. Branden Jacobs-Jenkins is not a Black playwright, he is a playwright who just happens to be Black.  He would have it no other way. He doesn’t allow himself to be classified to any specific genre of storytelling. His influences are as varied as the plays he writes.

"Purpose," directed by the Tony Award-winning actress and director Phylicia Rashad, is nothing short of extraordinary. It transcends the confines of a mere family drama, delving deep into the realms of a virtual character study.

(left to right) Harry Lennix and Ayanna Bria Bakari with ensemble members Glenn Davis and Jon Michael Hill in Steppenwolf Theatre Company’s world premiere of Purpose by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, directed by Phylicia Rashad.

The Rev. Solomon "Sonny" Jasper is a civil rights icon. He has marched for justice and witnessed important moments in the Civil Rights Movement. He has met with influential figures like Rosa Parks and Nelson Mandela. His income comes primarily from speaking engagements and donations. He has dedicated his life to helping others. He tried to raise his two sons according to his values, church and state. Naz was to be a pastor and  Solomon Jr. was in politics.  Now retired, he has taken up beekeeping, perhaps to find purpose in his life.

His wife Claudine Jasper is the proverbial women behind the man. She takes care of her family and is the strength they rely upon. A lawyer by degree, she uses it in service of her family. She’s shrewd  and disarmingly warm at the same time. She likes to be in control and she’s not one to cross.

Solomon "Junior" Jasper, son of Sonny and Claudia Jasper, embodies both his parents' strengths. A former congressman, he has recently been released from prison after serving time for using campaign funds for his personal use.   Despite his challenges, he stays positive and believes in himself. He blames his troubles on his recently diagnosed mental health issue. He craves attention and shows signs of narcissism, but his charisma makes it easy to overlook.

Morgan Jasper is the wife of Solomon Jr.  When we meet her she is soon to enter prison to serve her time for tax fraud. She was caught up in her husband’s financial improprieties. Since they have  children Morgan and Junior cannot serve their prison time at the same time.  She is more bitter than a slice of lemon in a jar of three-day old Kool-Aid. She feels she is taking the fall for her husband and by default his family. She warns anyone within earshot to be wary of The Jaspers. She denies them the company of their grandchildren, knowing this drives Claudia to distraction.

Nazareth “Naz” Jasper is the youngest son of Solomon and Claudia. He is an introvert in a family of extroverts, in essence, the weird one. He photographs nature scenes for a living and enjoys his solitude. He dropped out of divinity school much to the chagrin of his father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps and become a pastor. He’s possibly on the spectrum (aren’t we all) and asexual. He’s also our narrator, giving us valuable insights into the Family Jasper.

Aziza Houston, an independent self-sufficient woman, is the friend of Nazareth Jasper. She walks into this situation blind. She is shocked Naz, is the son of the civil rights icon. She is elated to be in the company of the Jaspers until she is truly in the company of the Jaspers.

Director Phylicia Rashad effectively maintains the motivation and focus of her cast throughout the production, fostering a sense of familial unity among the actors, which I find particularly appealing in collaborative efforts. The casting couldn't have been more apt, with each actor perfectly suited to their respective roles.

Jon Michael Hill embodies the charm of Naz, evoking empathy as the outlier within his family. Whenever he steps into the spotlight, anticipation mounts for the forthcoming revelations, delivered with a blend of wit and sincerity. Glenn Davis delivers his best performance yet as Solomon Jr., infusing the character with a delightful humor that effortlessly captivates the audience. Alana Arenas mesmerizes with her portrayal of Morgan, conveying volumes with just a single glance. Her entrance into the dining room is etched into memory, portraying a woman whose words cut like a dagger.  Ayanna Bria Bakari navigates the complexities of Aziza's character with finesse, charting a compelling arc from excitement to dread as she becomes entangled with The Jaspers. Harry Lennox brings a dignified presence to the role of patriarch Solomon Jasper, embodying the essence of strength and authority. Tamara Tunie shines as the family matriarch, Claudine Jasper, striking the perfect balance between assertiveness and subtlety in her delivery, effectively communicating her message without overpowering force.

Todd Rosenthal's set design is teeming with intricate detail, evoking the sensation of a hive with its distinct compartments—a captivating and thought-provoking choice. Amith Chandrashaker's realistic lighting design further accentuated the set, seamlessly integrating even the more fantastical elements such as the special spotlight on Naz, lending them an air of naturalness. Dede Ayite's costume design elevated the character portrayals, skillfully complementing them without ever overshadowing the performances.

While the playwright never explicitly mentions the name, it's difficult to miss the parallels to the Jackson family……..Jesse,  not Michael. Brandon Jacobs-Jenkins is known for tackling controversial themes, prompting the question: would a white playwright be afforded the same latitude in crafting such an interesting narrative?   Discuss!

“Purpose” is a cautionary tale.  Imagine we are all worker bees in a giant hive called life.  Each bee has a specific role within the hive, whether it's building comb, collecting nectar, or caring for the young. These roles contribute to the greater good of the hive's survival and success.  Just like bees, we all have a unique purpose within the larger ecosystem of life.  Our purpose may not always be readily apparent,  but it's there and only we can live our purpose.

“Purpose” is arguably the best play I’ve seen at Steppenwolf Theatre. It’s going to be the best play seen on Broadway.

Highly Recommended

When: Through April 28

Where: Steppenwolf Theatre, 1650 N. Halsted St.

Running time: 3 hours

Tickets: $52-$116 at 312-335-1650 and www.steppenwolf.org

*Extended through May 12th

Charles Dickens wrote A CHRISTMAS CAROL in December 1843, and by February 1844 London stages were mounting productions of the work. A CHRISTMAS CAROL is a classic, encompassing all those things we say about ‘classics’: it is iconic and traditional; it’s popular and precious (I’m flashing on Gollum as Jacob Marley’s ghost) as well as familiar, universal, standard…. In other words, I doubt there’s anyone reading this review who needs the plot described or its message debated.

And surely nobody in this ol’ town need ask: “Where is A CHRISTMAS CAROL playing?” The Goodman Theatre has staged this show annually for forty-five years, and Larry Yando has played Ebenezer Scrooge for the past 15 of those. Traditional and familiar indeed! I’ll warrant Goodman’s new Artistic Director Susan Booth had a few opening-night jitters about how Chicago would respond to her management of this solemn custom; she could get sympathy from Jessica Thebus – this is only the third holiday season she’s been its Director. But I’d say both can rest in heavenly peace – A CHRISTMAS CAROL totally works.

I’m an habitue of the tiny street front theatres in Lakeview and Edgewater, so for me it was an adventure simply perusing the program – in Playbill! rather than skulking behind a QR code icon. I often see a Fight Director in the production staff, but Andrea Gentry’s role as Flight Director is a new one on me. She did it brilliantly with the airborne Ghost of Christmas Past (Lucky Stiff), who flew covered in spangles and wearing a glowing crescent moon crown. Goodman Theatre has made prolific use of modern technology and staging techniques to bring us a truly awe-inspiring production. The sets (Todd Rosenthal) were ingenious, from the homely Cratchit family kitchen to fantastical trips through the sky, all accentuated by Keith Parham’s masterful lighting. And the sound! Choralists frequently appeared singing carols in assorted languages, often accompanied by ensembles including French horn, flute, concertina, accordion, guitar and fiddle. The sound design as a whole was wrought by Richard Woodbury and Pornchanok Kanchanabanca and directed by Malcolm Ruhl. Composer Andrew Hansen provided lovely originals for the occasion. The highest compliment I can pay them is to say I often didn’t hear the soundtrack, but I felt it throughout.

The show opened with Rika Nishikawa singing a Ukrainian carol, “Siva Zozulenka”, whose lyrics speak of a bird offering blessings and peace—a felicitous prayer for the holiday season in beleaguered Ukraine. This acknowledgement of the chaos devastating our world was as appropriate as it was appreciated.

So … alright, already. I could go on devising ways to make lists of names and titles reasonably coherent and interesting, utilizing gigabytes of characters and multitudinous synonyms for ‘fantastic’, but why? You can find all that information in the reviews from the major newspapers. I concur with their judgments of the show’s quality: it was truly spectacular. But why should I reiterate all that? Suffice it to say the production was marvelous, from the steadfast brilliance of the crew to the superb performance by every single member of the cast. Truly a magnificent work … do see it! But for now, I have some other thoughts I’d like to discuss.

Let’s start with appearances. Goodman Theatre is apparently taking the idea of inclusion seriously; the diversity in race, color, nationality, gender, and body type was remarkable. It was not, however, always congruent with the story. For example: I heartily celebrate casting an African American Tiny Tim, and Christian Lucas was terrific, up to and including “God bless us, everyone!”. But I found it jarring to see him surrounded by the totally white bread Cratchit family. Nobody knows just what affliction caused his lameness (polio? rickets?) – are we to believe this arcane ailment also produces cutaneous hyper-melanation?

And as one who’s spent a lifetime battling love of food and sedentary habits, I applaud the inclusion of cast members who don’t conform to the Barbie ideal of feminine habitus… but weren’t some of those characters supposed to be tubercular? These dissonances tend to make the casting appear motivated more by diplomacy than thematic consonance. There’s a fine line between celebrating diversity and being PC.  We each define that line’s position individually, and we all feel a twitch when venturing too close to that line. I twitched a bit during A CHRISTMAS CAROL.

(L-R) Daniel José Molinaand Amira Danan in Goodman Theatre's 'A Christmas Carol'

Dickens wrote A CHRISTMAS CAROL occurring in the present – the 1844 present. I don’t wish to cast aspersions on the aptitude of the average theatregoer for deciphering a metaphor, but you’ll notice Dickens hadn’t that sort of faith in his audience – he kept it simple, setting the action in the present as a social commentary on the present—1844.

I’d like to see Bob Cratchit’s role taken by LaToya Jones, a single mom of three who’s working at Walmart til closing on Christmas Eve and doesn’t dare ask for the day off for fear she’ll lose her job. Her meagre salary isn’t so much the issue as the benefits. Without health insurance what would become of her youngest son with cerebral palsy?  Defining the role of Ebenezer Scrooge is the real puzzle—the casting call would be humongous. Do we use her boss? Walmart’s CEO? Senator? Too many possibilities!

With these traditional productions it’s a challenge to inject something new. Larry Yando contrives to offer new (and effective!) comedic twists to his Scrooge. We saw delightful innovations from costume designer Heidi Sue McMath and mask designer Sarah Bendix. But I’m talking about a much bigger variation: how about a modern interpretation? Joffrey Ballet gave us a Chicago-based Nutcracker (and it’s brilliant!). I’m suggesting a more complex alteration, relocating the story in time as well as locale. Hundreds of playwrights have applied that sort of exegesis in adaptations of The Bard – how about Boz?

Highly Recommended.

Shiver me timbers! Child actor John Francis Babbo delivers a knockout performance to lead, what can be called nothing less than a stellar cast, in Lookingglass Theatre’s world premiere production of “Treasure Island”. Based on the classic children’s novel written by Robert Louis Stevenson in 1883, Mary Zimmerman vividly adapts and directs this famous tale to encompass all the excitement and high seas adventure originally created by its original author.

In one of the most famous pirate tales known to date (the one that made Long John Silver a household name), we embark on a journey with young Jim Hawkins (Babbo) whose heroics and level headedness make him one of the most mature characters in the story despite a handful of motley swashbucklers and a crew of ship mates in search of hidden treasure.

For those who might be unfamiliar, the story takes place somewhere in the mid-1700s, when Hawkins is approached by Billy Bones, a drunken pirate wonderfully played by Christopher Donahue, while working at the inn with his mother. Bones soon offers Hawkins money to keep his eyes peeled for a one-legged pirate (guess who?), but not long after dies leaving behind a treasure map. After Hawkins delivers the map to trustworthy Squire Trelawney, a crew is assembled led by the fearless Captain Smollett aboard the reliable sea vessel, the Hispaniola. However, Long John Silver and a degenerate band of his faithful have infiltrated such crew and the excitement really begins as they head out to see in search of Treasure Island.  

Walking into the theatre, the audience is met with a stunning set, thanks to scenic designer Todd Rosenthal. Centered within the seating area sits a large ship with all the fixings to send one to the appropriate mindset before the play even begins. As the story progresses, when called for, the ship even rocks back and forth, so be sure to take your Dramamine ahead of time to avoid sea sickness (but not really).

Outside of playing his role as cabin boy Jim Hawkins, fifteen-year-old Babbo also provides an emotionally charged narrative while Lawrence E. Distasi delivers a colorful and highly fervent performance as the Scourge of the Seven Seas, Long John Silver, our favorite rapscallion. Philip R. Smith also gives us a noteworthy enactment of Captain Smollett, adding a good deal of humor to role of the duty bound skipper.

There are plenty of laughs and suspenseful moments amidst this adventurous story that contains its fair share of hornswoggling, picaroons and scallywags. Lookingglass decided to stick with a high seas classic after their successful run of “Moby Dick” that featured a brilliant performance by the same Christopher Donahue, and they could be in line for yet another Jeff Award. Perfect for the entire family, “Treasure Island” is engaging, visually spectacular, funny and exciting.

Arr! You’re not going to want to let this thoroughly enjoyable production slip by. “Treasure Island” is being performed at Lookingglass Theatre through January 31^st.

For tickets and more show information, visit www.lookingglasstheatre.org.