By CB Adams

Union Avenue Opera’s inaugural One-Act Festival is intimate in scale and ambitious in reach, a chamber-sized gesture that embraces the big questions shaping our moment — race, gender, justice, identity.

By pairing “dwb (driving while black)” and “As One,” the company affirmed opera’s ability to thrive in spectacle and in distillation, to fill a grand hall and also to transform a close space into a forum for empathy.

Marsha Thompson in “dwb (driving while black)

“dwb (driving while black)” — Urgency in Compression

“dwb (driving while black),” composed by Susan Kander with words by Roberta Gumbel, follows a Black mother from the moment of birth through the long arc of raising a son. The opera charts a continuum of love, vigilance and reluctant instruction in how to survive, compressing years into a concentrated meditation.

Soprano Marsha Thompson brought to the role a warm, agile soprano with strength and flexibility. She carries emotional nuance through her upper and middle registers and meets its dramatic demands with secure technique — qualities evident in her performances elsewhere in roles such as Violetta, Aïda and Tosca.

Her familiarity with the part, including past performances with Fort Worth Opera, lent her assurance and depth. She moved from tenderness to unease with natural poise, always anchoring the story in a mother’s love.

Director Ivan Griffin staged the work with economy, allowing the smallest gestures to resonate. The motif of shoes — baby shoes, boyhood sneakers, grown-up lace-ups — provided a visual shorthand eloquent in its simplicity.

In a festival devoted to brevity, this staging showed how objects can tell stories and how music can give them voice.

“As One” — Duality and Discovery

“As One,” by Laura Kaminsky with Mark Campbell and Kimberly Reed, is the most performed contemporary opera in North America, and Union Avenue’s staging marked its first appearance in St. Louis. The milestone carried weight, and the company embraced it fully.

The opera follows Hannah, a transgender woman, through two voices — lyric baritone Evan Bravos as “Hannah Before” and lyric mezzo-soprano Emma Dickens, a St. Louis artist, as “Hannah After.”

Bravos, with his impressive range, has performed the role with Opera Santa Barbara and other companies, and his experience gave him a confident presence that anchored the evening.

Emma Dickens and Evan Bravos.

Dickens sang with warmth, flexibility and a rich middle voice, her local presence giving the work an added resonance. Together they created a dialogue of memory and emergence that edged, with beauty and persuasion, toward unity.

The production of “As One” also included a visual narrative of still photographs and video to illustrate Hannah’s journey. These images complemented the action thoughtfully, and yet the magnetism of Bravos and Dickens drew attention primarily to their interplay. I

n a larger space, projected more expansively, the visuals could carry greater weight; in the gallery setting, the storytelling was carried most powerfully by the singers themselves.

Director Joan Lipkin, in her opera debut, emphasized resilience and humor, qualities underscored by Scott Schoonover’s musical direction. Kaminsky’s score is rhythmic and lyrical, and Reed’s lived experience infused the libretto with authenticity. Together the creative team shaped a work of immediacy and poignancy.

Scott Schoonover, Nikki Glenn, Stephen Luehrman, Marie Brown, and Manuela Topalbegovic. 

The Music and the Musicians

Both operas gained strength from committed playing and Schoonover’s clear leadership. In “dwb,” the pairing of cello and percussion created a spare frame that heightened the impact of Thompson’s performance.

In “As One,” Kaminsky’s writing unfolded with beauty and urgency, performed with conviction by Bravos and Dickens and balanced with clarity by the ensemble. The result was music-making that embraced intimacy and carried emotional sweep.

Union Avenue’s One-Act Festival ran Oct. 10–12 in the gallery of Union Avenue Christian Church.

Marsha Erwin, Marsha Thompson, and Sebastian Buhts.
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By Lynn Venhaus

“A hundred years from now, will anyone care?”

And that line, asked by a small-town council member, is a double-edged sword in Tracy Letts’ brilliant “The Minutes.” Presented by Stray Dog Theatre, this comedy-drama is a rare work of raw theatrical power as told by a razor-sharp ensemble.

In his usual unflinching way, the master playwright probes the very tenets of democracy with his customary sharp wit and acerbic style. The eight-year-old play is as timely as ever as news is suppressed, and rules of law are disregarded currently in various administrations.

The Tony-nominated play, produced by the Steppenwolf Theatre Company in Chicago in 2017, was scheduled for previews on Broadway in 2020, but had to be shut down due to COVID-19, then returned for opening in 2022.

What starts out as an amusing series of exchanges recalling the eccentric film “Waiting for Guffman” and nutty TV sitcom “Parks and Recreation,” nailing the quirkiness of small-town living and municipal government, makes a hairpin turn into a scalding look at democratic principles that should leave you shaken and stirred.

Tawaine Noah, John Reidy, Gerry Love, Jon Hey, Stephen Peirick and Jan Niehoff. Stray Dog photo.

The well-chosen cast, shrewdly subverting expectations, smartly interprets Letts’ blistering look at how those in power will ignore revisionist history to distort the accuracy for political agendas. And that’s chilling to think about how history is written and recorded.

In his contemporary civics discourse, Letts focuses on a fictional town called Big Cherry. At first, we witness funny coffee-break chatter before eight elected members of the city council comprise a quorum, and along with the mayor and clerk, have a closed-door session – but wait, one guy is missing, and the reason isn’t very clear.

Oh, Letts’ cunning. The minutiae have a motive – he’s carefully chosen every topic, every chuckle. Letts has smoothly built the action to reveal how people in authority overlook principles for their own greed and ambition.

The personalities are distinct. John Reidy is sly Mr. Breeding, your typical gladhander who measures people by their golf game. Will Shaw is the eldest statesman Mr. Oldfield, a cranky sort who likes things the way they were. Patrick Canute is harder-to-read Mr. Hanratty, who appears to be thoughtful and committed.

John Reidy, Jan Niehoff and Lavonne Byers in skit re-enactment of town’s founders. Stray Dog photo.

As Mr. Blake, Tawaine Noah is glib and fired up, pushing his pet project, “Lincoln Smackdown,” a cage match. Has he been drinking? Jan Niehoff is ditzy Ms. Matz, who is scattered and blurts out that she’s heavily medicated. Lavonne Byers is Ms. Innes, whose inflated sense of self-importance means she tends to make things all about her. Grandstanding is her favorite way to address her peers.

Mr. Assalone is one of Mayor Superba’s cronies who has little patience for transparency. As “that guy,” his portrayal measured, Jon Hey is smarmy and curt, attitude and aggression festering as the meeting progresses.

Gerry Love deftly plays the iron-fisted mayor as jovial enough but he’s manipulative, controlling and entitled, as his good old boy façade collapses into self-righteous excuses.

The city clerk, Ms. Johnson, savvily played by Rachel Hanks, is machine-like in efficiency, and Hanks has affected an annoying sing-songy voice to appear like an insufferable goody-two-shoes honor roll student you knew in school.

The guy who gets under all their skin is Mr. Peel, the earnest newcomer. Always impressive Nick Freed skillfully portrays the newly elected council member who wants to make a difference. He asks a lot of questions, harmless enough, but his curiosity is unwelcome.

Tawaine Noah, Nick Freed.

Mr. Peel missed the last meeting because his mother died. Where is Mr. Carp? This appears shrouded in secrecy. In a clever flashback, Stephen Peirick shows up as the now absent council member who dared to challenge his colleagues.

As preparations are underway for the annual Founders’ Day, a horrified Carp is compelled to share his findings. Delivered urgently and passionately, Carp has discovered something rotten they don’t want to hear.

Even the reason behind the town’s name is a lie. What is taught in classrooms and presented in pageants with great fanfare is not the reality Carp has uncovered. There’s a danger to the truth, and Peirick implores them to listen.

Peel, a dentist who is not from Big Cherry but moved there with his young family, is not familiar with the town’s founding father story. All he wants is to see the minutes from the meeting he missed. But as Peel becomes aware of why Carp retreated, a growing apprehension of being an outlier comes sharper into focus, and Freed’s work here adroitly exposes malfeasance.

Understanding the play’s complexities, director Justin Been finessed Letts’ nuances in a terrific push-pull with all the characters. As the power dynamics shifted, he carefully modulated the temperature in the room as the actors serve and volley, mostly seated, but occasionally as they move around the dais.

Along with Tyler Duenow’s effective lighting design, Been’s sound design signals a storm outside on this November evening. His scenic design captures a nondescript place like dozens of meeting spaces around the country, where public participation shapes laws.

Other creatives contributing to the production include Kevin Corpuz’ choreography, Colleen Michelson’s costume design and Lizi Watt as cultural consultant.

Letts, who was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 2018 for this pitch-black show, exposes ugly truths and how self-preservation and complacency factors into moral dilemmas.

Letts grew up in Oklahoma and won a Pulitzer Prize and Tony Awards for his masterwork, “August: Osage County” in 2007. An insightful writer about dysfunctional human experience, he’s always thought-provoking, sometimes unsettling, with a penchant for the absurd.

Patrick Canute and Nick Freed. Stray Dog photo.

In “The Minutes,” he expertly built tension as the comfort level evaporated. At its core, the complicit council’s smugness threatened to suffocate common sense and decency in favor of expediency.

The one quibble is that while Letts engaged with a conventional narrative structure, he abandoned that for a surreal ending that seemed at odds with the tone of what’s gone on exploring imagery vs. substance, alternative facts vs. reason.

While he enjoys keeping people on edge, it appeared to be an extreme turn after already zig-zaggy storytelling. Still, an admirable work performed vividly with deliberate direction.

“The Minutes” is a potent, politically charged American allegory for the ages, relevant then and now. It may be a cliché that the smallest towns hide the biggest secrets, but exposing hypocrisy is always welcome.

Lavonne Byers, Will Shaw. Stray Dog photo.

Stray Dog Theatre presents “The Minutes” Oct. 2 – 18 at the Tower Grove Abbey, 2336 Tennessee Avenue, St. Louis, Mo 63104. Performances are at 8 p.m. on Thursdays through Saturdays, with additional performances at 2 p.m. Sundays on Oct. 5 and Oct. 12. The play is 90 minutes without an intermission.

The cast of “The Minutes” at Stray Dog Theatre.

All photos by Stray Dog Theatre.

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By Alex McPherson

Plenty of punches are thrown but few connect in Benny Safdie’s solo directorial debut “The Smashing Machine,” an awards-hungry drama that sacrifices depth for dress up.

Safdie’s film focuses on Mark Kerr, one of the original American Ultimate Fighting Championship fighters, from 1997 to 2000. When we first meet Mark, he’s the hulking yet surprisingly vulnerable undefeated champ who cannot fathom the concept of losing. He appears almost gentle in his public interactions, yet he remains a force of nature in the ring with a messy life behind the scenes.

He’s accompanied by his girlfriend, Dawn Staples (Emily Blunt), with whom he shares a decidedly unstable relationship. They struggle to navigate the effects of Mark’s celebrity status, Dawn’s attempts to support him, and Mark’s addiction to painkillers.

Mark decides to take part in PRIDE to make more money, the rival UFC league in Japan, with his wrestling BFF Mark Coleman (real-life MMA fighter Ryan Bader). But Mark’s addiction takes its toll, and he loses focus, leading to his first major loss — well, a “No Contest” ruling by the judges.

This sends Mark into a tailspin. His public image is being chipped away, and his already rocky personal life veers down new chaotic avenues. Mark finally goes into rehab and emerges 21 days later (a time jump that the film abruptly cuts to) ready to redeem himself at PRIDE. But can Mark win the championship once and for all, and potentially beat up-and-coming Coleman?

Familiar and slightly-less-familiar beats follow, leading up to, ahem, not all that much to think about. Safdie, one-half of the team that brought us high-throttle stress fests “Good Time,” “Heaven Knows What,” and “Uncut Gems,” takes an unusually surface-level look at Mark’s life in “The Smashing Machine.”

It’s an ostensibly “raw” approach that comes off as curated and sanitized. At least Johnson and Blunt give impassioned performances that are perfect for Oscars highlight reels.

As an opportunity to showcase his acting muscles alongside his actual ones, Johnson delivers. He convincingly showcases the various “sides” of Mark scene to scene as he navigates his public persona and private realities, bringing an intensity and vulnerability (with the help of some impressively detailed makeup) that pairs effectively with Maceo Bishop’s rugged cinematography.

Blunt, too, is intense and volatile as Dawn. The confrontations between Mark and Dawn  are where “The Smashing Machine” succeeds most, as Safdie’s screenplay keeps who we’re “rooting for” in flux as the couple navigates the effects of Mark’s sobriety with often explosive results. 

Indeed, when “The Smashing Machine” focuses in on Mark’s vices, vanity, and loneliness after not being able to maintain the carefully-sculpted façade he’s spent years working towards (particularly during the first half), it succeeds where it counts.

Safdie’s voyeuristic approach brings an uncomfortable immediacy that’s emotionally taxing to watch (in a good way), and the film’s period-accurate stylings and music give it a grimy sense of pizazz; the fights themselves are viscerally well-choreographed, lent extra force by Nala Sinephro’s percussive, restless score.

As soon as Mark goes through the rehab center’s doors, though, Safdie winnows the narrative down to a much more digestible framework, zapped of thematic heft. Mark’s journey from addiction to sobriety largely takes place behind (literal) closed doors, and the nuances of that growth are locked within. 

Perhaps the real-life Mark Kerr, who worked as an “informal consultant” on the film, had reservations about just how much Safdie could reveal about his story — seeing the “before” and “after” is definitely a choice, one that skips over a crucial element of Mark’s journey and the courage his recovery requires.

Mark’s eventual self-compassion and acceptance arrives, but, given the film’s lack of meaningful connective tissue, his evolution is merely seen, not felt, or fully understood.

Not every film has to be about something grandiose or particularly important. Wanting to shine light on a sport’s early pioneer is a noble enough goal. With the pedigree of a Safdie brother in the director’s chair, “The Smashing Machine” had the potential to hit hard. All this film leaves us with, though, is a sense of half-developed feeling — lots of yelling and period-accurate immersion lacking much to reflect on once the end credits roll. Oh well, maybe Johnson will get that Oscar.

“The Smashing Machine” is a 2025 sports biopic written and directed by Benny Safdie and starring Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt. Rated: R for language and some drug abuse. its runtime is 2 hours, 3 minutes. The film opened in theatres Oct. 3. Alex’s Grade: C.

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By Lynn Venhaus

How legendary singer-songwriter Carole King found her voice is chronicled in the crowd-pleasing “Beautiful: The Carole King Musical,” a remarkable life story that hits all the right notes in an exuberant debut at Stages St. Louis.

The smartly constructed show is the soundtrack of a generation, and King’s influential journey parallels the evolution of women in the 1960s and 1970s.

Bursting with catchy pop songs, King’s fascinating rise to stardom is as much about the beginnings of rock ‘n roll – all those tunes that had a good beat and we could dance to them – as well as the transformative power of music.

Entrancing in the title role, Brianna Kothari Barnes believably transforms from an insecure, talented teen into a strong independent woman, making Carole easy to love and empathize with through every change and heartbreak.

The charming, affable Barnes was matched in zest by the other principals and ebullient ensemble. Nobody misses a beat.

“It’s Too Late” turning point. Photo by Phillip Hamer.

Carole grew up in Brooklyn and then fought her way into the record business as a teenager. She begins as part of the pop hit machine at the Brill Building, located at Broadway and 49th St. in New York City.

Hired by producer Don Kirshner (a droll Jeff Cummings), she meets her first husband Gerry Goffin (Sean McGee) at Queens College, and they make beautiful music together – he writes the lyrics, and she composes the melodies, from 1959 to 1969. Soon, the whole world would sing their songs.

The hits keep coming when they start a friendly rivalry with the songwriting duo Barry Mann (David Socolar) and Cynthia Weil (Kailey Boyle) and that not only enlivens the script but ups the game. The foursome’s good-natured competitiveness produced standards for the girl groups and teen idols that defined the rock era.

(Fun fact: The Brill building was home to Burt Bacharach-Hal David, Mike Lieber-Jerry Stoller, Neil Diamond, and Jeff Barry-Ellie Greenwich.)

The Drifters – Ian Coulter-Buford, Trey McCoy, Devin Price, Justin Reynolds. Photo by Phillip Hamer.

Douglas McGrath’s witty and warm book conveys the emotional connections that music makes throughout the show, in many different ways. The two pairs have an effortless interaction – until the dramatic action gets tense because the biz overtakes Gerry’s psyche – but they all share an easy chemistry.

Veteran Amy Loui astutely captures Carole’s well-meaning mom Genie Klein, quick with the advice and the quips. As Kirshner, Cummings is both a caring friend and a sharp-as-a-tack boss with a terrific ear for what sells.

The ensemble is equally robust in singing the non-stop parade of peppy hits – Tatiana Bahoque, Maya Talia Bishop, Ian Coulter-Buford, Hugh Entrekin, Tiffany Frances, Jayna Glynn, Connor Kelly-Wright, Trey McCoy, McKay Marshall, Cara Palombo, Devin Price, Sydney Quildon, Alexandrea Reynolds, Justin Reynolds, Bryce Valle, and RJ Woessner.

As the chart-toppers The Drifters, The Shirelles, Little Eva and others, they perform their iconic songs. “Up on the Roof,” “One Fine Day,” “The Locomotion,” and “Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow” among them.

These songs clearly struck a chord. One of my favorite moments is when Hugh Entrekin and RJ Woessner, as The Righteous Brothers, deliver a soulful “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling.”

David Socolar and Kaley Boyle as Barry Man and Cynthia Weil. Photo by Phillip Hamer.

So many music memories abound — Carole’s emergence as a potent solo artist when she tries out ‘It’s Too Late” at the Bitter End signals a turning point.

Her landmark 1971 album, “Tapestry,” which sold over 25 million copies, won Grammys for Best Record, Song and Album of the Year. It is still one of the bestselling albums of all-time, and the longest Billboard run by a female artist.

My generation knows every single word — still (My 1972 high school yearbook was titled “Tapestry”).

For us Boomers, this show is a true lovefest, a sentimental flashback. But other generations can enjoy it as well – as a blast from the past pop music history lesson and as a portrait of a resilient woman who finally believed in herself.

In a male-dominated business, her integrity and kindness stood out, and she not only survived but thrived in changing times.

Photo by Phillip Hamer.

Popular on Broadway, “Beautiful” played for 2,418 performances from Jan 12, 2014, to Oct 27, 2019, nominated for seven Tony Awards and won two – Jessie Mueller as Carole and sound design.

(The gifted and troubled Goffin died in 2014 at age 75, and did see “Beautiful” on Broadway before he passed. He and Carole each had three other spouses in their lives.)

Two national tours have played at the Fabulous Fox in St. Louis, in 2016 and 2019. The Muny produced it as one of four premieres for its 105th season in 2023. This production is the fifth time for me, since Broadway in 2014, and I believe it’s on par with that show – for its intimacy and its heartfelt desire to tell this fascinating story.

Jennifer Werner, who directed and choreographed the musical, brings out the fun and the joy in the music-making. For lack of a better word, she made the production ‘sing’ – and the scenes flow into each other smoothly. She made us feel what the times were like.

So Far Away…Carole at Carnegie Hall. Photo by Phillip Hamer.

 Music Director David Nehls conducted with gusto, and to play 29 songs from the great American songbook with aplomb was a remarkable feat for the musicians. Besides Nehls on keyboard, so was Mark Maher, with Alerica Anderson on bass, Travis Mattison on guitar, Abby Steiling on violin (select performances Fiona Brickey), Lea Gerdes and JD Tolman on reeds, Tom Vincent on trombone, Andy Tichenor on trumpet, Jonathan Taylor on drums and percussion. Randon Lane was associate music director.

Collaborating to set the scene, Peter Barbieri’s grid-like scenic design superbly captures the different eras, as did costume designer Johanna Pan, with costume design coordinator Cat Lovejoy and wig and hair designer Paige Stewart. all precise in the vintage looks.

Sean M. Savoie’s lighting design added just the right ambiance for every scene, day or night, while sound designer Breanna Fais was pitch-perfect in execution.

“Beautiful: The Carole King Musical” is the best kind of jukebox musical – one that unites us, tells us a story rich in sincerity and humor, and has us leaving the theater with a smile on our faces and a song in our hearts.

We all feel the earth move at curtain call. Photo by Phillip Hamer.

Stages St. Louis presents “Beautiful: The Carole King Musical” from Sept. 19 to Oct. 19 at the Kirkwood Performing Arts Center’s Ross Family For more information, visit For tickets, visit www.stagesstllouis.org

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The outstanding ensemble of “Beautiful: The Carole King Musical” at Stages St. Louis. Photo by Phillip Hamer.
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By Alex McPherson

Even a top form June Squibb can’t quite save director Scarlett Johansson’s “Eleanor the Great,” a dramedy that can’t reconcile its disparate tones.

Johannson’s directorial debut stars the 94-year-old Squibb as Eleanor Morgenstein, a snarky Jewish widow sharing an apartment in a Florida retirement complex with her best friend, Bessie (Rita Zohar). The two are happy together, with Eleanor finding particular enjoyment in nagging the neighborhood “youths” with her bubbly-faced, acerbic wit.

In quieter moments, though, Bessie battles inner demons and trauma. Bessie, also a widow, is haunted by her experience during the Holocaust, sometimes sharing harrowing stories of death and survival with Eleanor that she has never told anyone else. This delayed “catharsis” clearly eats away at her.

When Bessie dies unexpectedly, Eleanor is, understandably, deeply shaken. She moves back in with her divorced, perpetually stressed daughter Lisa (Jessica Hecht) and grandson Max (Will Price) in their small New York apartment.

Besides mercilessly judging Lisa from the get-go, Eleanor’s loneliness rapidly creeps in, and she feels adrift without Bessie by her side. Lisa signs Eleanor up for a senior’s social group at the local Jewish community center, hoping to get her out of the apartment and help her make new connections. 

Things get wonky when Eleanor accidentally wanders into a support group for Holocaust survivors and, impulsively, decides to claim Bessie’s experiences as her own. Eleanor gets the attention of NYU journalism student Nina (Erin Kellyman), who sits in on the support group hoping to write a story for class and connect with her own Jewish roots. She quickly decides that Eleanor would be the perfect person to center for her article. 

Nina is also grieving her mother who recently passed away. She’s currently living in an apartment with her news reporter father, Roger (a typically excellent Chiwetel Ejiofor), who has grown increasingly distant since the loss. 

Despite some initial reluctance, Eleanor sparks up a friendship with Nina, and the two grow close. Eleanor’s lie gives Nina the chance to grapple with her own grief, and find solidarity with a pseudo-parental figure.

But as Eleanor continues this falsehood of being a Holocaust survivor, it’s only a matter of time until the truth is revealed. Eleanor’s connections and newfound sense of belonging are in serious jeopardy.

But not all that much jeopardy. As it turns out, Johansson’s film is content to bring up thorny topics of truth, love, aging, and trauma without fully exploring them, awkwardly positioning its “‘Dear Evan Hansen’ for the Holocaust” thread alongside a lighthearted story of intergenerational friendship.

The former almost seems too much for Johansson and screenwriter Tory Kamen to handle; they refuse to reckon with the darker implications of Eleanor’s lie and the effects it has on those who believe her. “Eleanor the Great” ultimately eschews true introspection for a schmaltzy resolution that sands down ambiguity for the sake of convenience. Still, there’s enough impactful performances and wry humor to hold mild interest.

Squibb, coming off the heels of last year’s sleeper hit “Thelma,” carries most of Johansson’s film, punchily delivering Eleanor’s barbed insults and judgy asides in another strong late-career performance. She also embodies how Eleanor’s lie gradually eats away at her and her gradual recognition of how it represents her own grief.

Squibb’s commanding, confident screen presence, “innocence” belying impulsion and cynicism, anchors even the most over-explanatory dialogue from Kamen’s screenplay — if only “Eleanor the Great” had trusted Squibb further to convey Eleanor’s inner concerns in a more subtle fashion rather than having both Eleanor and other characters bluntly spell them out for us.

Kellyman holds her own alongside Squibb, bringing fresh-faced energy and deep wells of grief, with Johansson’s unobtrusive, albeit bland direction and Kamen’s gentle screenplay believably selling the characters’ friendship.

It’s in these moments — where Eleanor imparts worldly wisdom to Nina, and the two of them explore New York City together — where “Eleanor the Great” shines as the uplifting film it could have been without the baggage of its darker elements.

It’s not that Johansson and Kamen shouldn’t be commended for attempting to explore such a weighty topic as the Holocaust, but “Eleanor the Great” too often remains stuck in an inter-genre limbo that never figures out what it wants to be.

Yes, it’s admirable that Johansson cast real-life survivors of the Holocaust for Bessie and the support group. Yes, scenes where Zohar recounts Bessie’s history (through flashback) are raw and gripping, particularly in the film’s final stretch.

But “Eleanor the Great” lets Eleanor herself off the hook too easily, particularly in its predictable generalizations about grief’s many different forms, leaving the more ambiguous consequences of Eleanor’s decisions to viewers’ imaginations.

The tonal whiplash is striking, prompting off-kilter vibes that “Eleanor the Great” can’t shake. Squibb and Kellyman make a dynamic pair, though, and the film’s rickety yet ultimately familiar shape makes it a passable enough, not “great,” time at the movies.

“Eleanor the Great” is a 2025 drama film directed by Scarlett Johansson and starring June Squibb, Erin Kellyman, Rita Zohar, and Chiwetel Ejiofor. It is 1 hour, 38 minutes, and rated PG-13 for thematic elements, some language, and suggestive references. It opens in theatres Sept. 26. Alex’s grade: B-.

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By Lynn Venhaus

What is the cost of truth? And how will you pay for your own truth if it’s at the expense of another person’s goals?

In the engrossing drama “The Wanderers,” two married Jewish couples, from different time periods and circumstances, must navigate what exactly society’s social structure on togetherness means to them.

In the current New Jewish Theatre production, all the couple’s work is revelatory, and the execution is masterful. Their stories intertwine in interesting ways.

In the 1970s, Esther and Schmuli are Orthodox Jews who must follow a strict set of Hasidic Judaism rules, and their rigid roles as husband and wife are set, no variations in the Satmar community in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

They have married the old-fashioned way – a business transaction made by their parents, with love not in that equation. However, they are very family-focused in their beliefs.

Bryce Miller and Jade Cash as Schmuli and Esther. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

In exceptional nuanced performances, Jade Cash as the curious Esther and Bryce Miller as the conservative husband Schmuli are raising two daughters. Esther’s best friend has married for love, a man outside her faith and race, and they seem perfectly happy in their secular lifestyle.          

While Esther learns more about the forbidden outside world, she’s intrigued by the personal freedoms she witnesses.  Bound by the constraints of their religion, Esther is increasingly restless.

She’d love to go to school, become a librarian – and listen to pop music on the radio while she’s finishing chores. Meanwhile, she gives birth to a son, and that changes their family dynamic.

She will soon learn the cost of yearning. And Esther’s plight is gut-wrenching, for she will have hell to pay, all because she dared to dream of becoming a better version of herself. Cash, who is getting more impressive with each new role, tugs at our heartstrings as she questions the old ways.

Bryce Miller and Jade Cash in Albany, New York. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Schmuli is challenged, too, because he follows traditions, no discussion, no questions. He is worried about unfavorable opinions and family scandals. He’s caught in a cultural war and battle for identity that he doesn’t understand.

Miller, who immerses himself as the devout head of household, conveys Schmuli’s faith authentically. In his loneliness, he becomes conflicted, and attempts to grasp changing male-female roles.

In the alternating contemporary story (2010s, gentrified Williamsburg), the other couple, Abe and Sophie, don’t necessarily practice their faith but send their children to Hebrew School. They are not rule-followers, per se, but the couple, writers by profession, attempt to raise their children in a traditional yet modern family.

Wendy Renee Greenwood and Joel Moses. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

As they traverse a challenging emotional and spiritual landscape, neither Sophie nor Abe can let go of the past. Wendy Renee Greenwood gives a devastating performance as a wife, mother, daughter and writer who is holding her family together after facing numerous disappointments. She struggles with unfulfilled dreams and a widening gulf between her husband and her identity. Is never being satisfied going to be her destiny, just like Esther’s?

Her husband Abe, a more successful writer with a Pulitzer Prize and two National Book Awards, is tempted through an email relationship with a beautiful movie star. It starts harmless enough, as dreamgirl Julia Cheever came to a book reading of his. Flattered by that, he takes off into Abe-land when she sends him an email.

Maggie Wininger is luminous as the charismatic actress who has her own insecurities and personal issues while she practices her craft, deals with failures and successes, and tries to juggle everything for life balance. Think Julia Roberts, that kind of screen presence and popularity.

Joel Moses and Maggie Wininger read their emails to each other. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

Joel Moses, as is typical, immerses himself in a rollercoaster journey involving growth, grief, self-doubts, emotional infidelity, and lack of effort to be present for his wife and two children.

Abe is gregarious, intelligent, conflicted and increasingly lost. Why can’t he see what he has and not what he hasn’t? When he crosses a line, can he go back and correct the mistakes he’s made?

Director Robert Quinlan brings out the intricacies between these couples and the ties that bind them – their family, heritage, dreams, desires and society mores.

He’s established these different worlds on opposite ends of a runway type set, with functional and efficient scenic design by Reiko Huffman, one of remarkable detail in intimate spaces.

Joel Moses writing in solitude. Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

IPlaywright Anna Ziegler’s twisty tale on relationships is fascinating in its entanglements. The play premiered in 2018, and debuted on Broadway in 2023. While not namechecking them per se, she explores the pledges a pair makes to each other in traditional wedding vows — “for better, for worse,” “in sickness and in health,” and “to love and to cherish” – in several vignettes.

In a layered – and sometimes dense — approach, she shows how unanchored they become trying to cling to what they assume is best for them. It’s a thoughtful play, looking at the joys and challenges of commitment in two different worlds.

Greenwood, Moses, Miller and Cash are fully invested in these roles, portraying each high and low with deep felt intensity. Wininger’s contribution is an interesting contrast of a famous person as fantasy and explaining her reality.

Their emotionally rich portraits engage and connect us to their characters’ motivations. Ziegler doles out their backstories, which led to their current plights in small nuggets. The couples get into situations in which there seems to be no escape, and this gives the play the necessary conflicts. While all vary in their beliefs, they admit their fears and show their vulnerabilities.

Jade Cash and Bryce Miller — what might have been? Photo by Jon Gitchoff.

The technical work is strong in its storytelling, too, with Amanda Werre’s skilled sound design and lighting designer Jayson Lawshee’s striking choices between reality and fantasy noteworthy. Costume designer Michele Friedman Siler accomplishes the traditional Hasidic apparel while giving the contemporary story casual attire, and the movie star cosmopolitan career wear.

The specific time frames for looking at love from both sides are 1973 -1982 for Schmuli and Esther, and 2015-2017 for Abe and Sophie, with Albany, New York part of later storytelling.

Thought-provoking, and at times, frustrating, this examination of love and marriage is far-reaching in its complicated couplings. It is those layers that give the actors some real substance, and the audience intriguing questions to ponder, and conversations to begin..

New Jewish Theatre presents “The Wanderers” from Sept. 11 through Sept. 28, with performances on Thursdays at 7:30 p.m. Saturdays at 4 and 8 p.m. and Sundays at 2 p.m. at the SFC Performing Arts Center, 2 Millstone Campus Drive. For more information: jccstl.com/arts-ideas/new-jewish-theatre/current-productions.
The play is 1 hour, 45 minutes without intermission.

Joel Moses and Maggie Wininger. What price devotion? Photo by Jon Gitchoff.
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By Alex McPherson

Alternately goofy and self-serious, director Justin Tipping’s “HIM” fumbles intriguing ideas and crash lands into a barren field of mediocrity.

Executive produced by Jordan Peele — but, crucially, not directed by Peele — “HIM” follows rising football quarterback star (and emotionally stunted hunk) Cameron “Cam” Caid (Tyriq Withers). Cam is entering the pro draft, hoping to be recruited by his favorite team, the San Antonio Saviors.

Cam has worshiped the Saviors since he was a child, particularly their star quarterback Isaiah White (Marlon Wayans). Isaiah suffered a gruesome injury on live television years ago yet recovered enough to play another 14 years and rack up eight championship rings. Cam’s demanding, masculine father reproached young Cam from looking away when Isaiah’s injury happened, instilling in him a twisted idea of what a “real man’s sacrifice” looks like and a drive to become the next GOAT.

In the present day, Cam is close to achieving that goal, but his father has passed away. He’s supported by a doting team including his mother, high-school-sweetheart girlfriend, and slippery manager (a somewhat out-of-place Tim Heidecker). There’s even rumors that White might be stepping down, giving Cam a prime opportunity to replace him.

One night, as Cam trains to take part in a pre-draft scouting “combine,” he’s surprise-attacked by a samurai-costumed being wielding a giant hammer, giving Cam some good ol’ CTE and apparently dashing his chances of joining the big leagues.

All is not lost (yet), as Cam suddenly receives an invitation from the all-powerful Isaiah himself to join him for a week-long training/rehab program at his off-putting New Mexico compound. Cam is thrilled and filled like childlike glee, but soon finds himself out of his depth. Suffice it to say, it’s not a particularly great sign when he’s jump-scared by freaky-looking fans en route to the compound in the middle of the desert. Cam doesn’t think too much of it, or much of anything, for that matter.

Isaiah swiftly takes Cam under his wing with persuasive philosophizing, homoerotic tension, and demanding, increasingly bloody training exercises under the guise of “becoming the best,” all while his devoted assistant Marco (Jim Jefferies) jabs Cam with syringes full of unknown substances and Cam loses touch with the outside world. The situation gets crazier by the minute. Will Cam come to his senses, or is the allure of becoming “Him” worth the sacrifice?

The notion of exploring the dehumanizing horrors of America’s favorite pastime is rich, if not particularly novel, and “HIM,” with its unbridled maximalism, runs into its themes head on. It’s a mélange of excess, though, that often resembles a prolonged, gory, “edgy” music video — abandoning earned emotion for bludgeoning and cliché-ridden horror that quickly wears thin.

Indeed, “HIM” is a mixed bag. Each instance of visual creativity and trippily impressive scene-setting is offset by wooden dialogue and emotionally-leaden performances (with the exception of an enjoyably off-his-rocker Wayans) that rapidly chip away at the worthy topics that Tipping and co-screenwriters Skip Bronkie and Zachary Akers have on their minds. It’s all style, stitched together with hyperactive editing by Taylor Joy Mason that resorts to convenient, rushed montage with a heavy background of hip hop as Cam’s bootcamp progresses. 

The film’s “experiential” qualities are still sometimes arresting; giallo-inflected freakouts and X-ray bone-breakage in a brutalist, alien-like setting that Tipping and production designer Jordan Ferrer clearly had fun with concocting. Cam never quite gets his footing, and, perhaps fittingly, neither do we, caught up in a swirl of weirdness that’s intoxicating for Cam, yet tiresome for everyone else involved.

Management of tone, or the lack thereof, is perhaps the film’s most glaring flaw, oscillating back and forth between broadly satirical and deadly serious, frequently taking pains to revel in shock imagery and inserts that grow repetitive while losing any fear-inducing impact along the way. 

Withers’ uneven performance adequately sells the gradual “loss” of who Cam used to be, even as the script resorts to exposition dumps and familiar trauma-dependent backstory as a last-ditch effort to pump some pathos into the narrative by the third act. On the other side of the spectrum, Wayans, plus Julia Fox as Isaiah’s unstable wife Elsie, fully lean into the narrative’s absurdity with intermittently amusing results; too bad the screenplay lacks any real character of its own.

There’s admittedly fun to be found in how “HIM” explores football as a suffocating, pseudo-religious experience where the gods of capitalism manipulate the vulnerable while fighter jets zoom overhead spouting red, white, and blue smoke.

No spoilers, but the final scene is quite a spectacle, bringing together the film’s heavy-handed metaphors for a glorious display of incendiary violence that’s fully self-aware. But Tipping, as of now, is no Peele, and “HIM” is most assuredly no touchdown.

“Him” is a 2025 sports horror film directed by Justin Tipping and starring Marlon Wayans, Tyriq Withers, Julia Fox, Tim Hedecker. It is 1 hour, 36 minutes, and rated R for strong bloody violence, language throughout, sexual material, nudity and some drug use. It opens in theatres Sept. 19. Alex’s grade: C-.

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The Critics Choice Association has announced the full slate of honorees for the 5th annual Celebration of Latino Cinema & Television, taking place on Oct, 24,  in Beverly Hills. The Celebration honors standout performances and work, both onscreen and offscreen, from the Latino entertainment community.

Honorees for this year’s Celebration of Latino Cinema & Television will include the following:

Civil rights icon Dolores Huerta will receive the Icon Award for her lifelong dedication to social justice and advocacy, honoring her legacy that has inspired artists, filmmakers, and changemakers for over seven decades. As co-founder of the United Farm Workers Union and one of the most influential labor leaders in American history,

Dolores Huerta

Dolores has spent her entire career fighting for the rights of farmworkers, women, and marginalized communities which continues today through her Dolores Huerta Foundation and her Peace and Justice Cultural Center. Her powerful rallying cry, “Sí, se puede” (“Yes, we can”), has become a universal call to action, and at 95 years young with a desire to inspire the next generation of activists and organizers to get off the sidewalks and onto the streets, she will share her extraordinary life story to be made into a feature film co-written by Barbara Martinez Jitner and Gregory Nava who will also direct.

Academy Award nominee Andy Garcia will be honored with the Vanguard Award in recognition of his outstanding body of work, including his most recent role in Paramount+’s Landman. Throughout his career, Andy has delivered unforgettable performances in tites such as The Godfather Part III, When a Man Loves a Woman, and Ocean’s Eleven.

Academy Award nominee and Emmy, SAG and Critics Choice Award winner America Ferrera will be honored with the Trailblazer Award in recognition of her extraordinary body of work and most recently for her starring role in Apple Original Films’ The Lost Bus. Throughout her career, America has been a tireless advocate for authentic Latino representation in Hollywood, with landmark performances in Real Women Have CurvesUgly BettyBarbie, and more.

Oscar Isaac

Critics Choice and Emmy Award nominee Oscar Isaac will accept the Actor Award for Film for his performance in Netflix’s Frankenstein, directed by Guillermo del Toro.  The Guatemalan-born actor debuted two highly praised films at this year’s Venice Film Festival, Frankenstein and In the Hand of Dante. Past credits include Inside Llewyn Davis, DuneScenes From A Marriage, and many more.

Kleber Mendonça Filho will receive the Director Award for his work on The Secret Agent (NEON). The Brazilian filmmaker was recently honored with Best Director at the 78th Cannes Film Festival for the film, in addition to receiving the FIPRESCI International Critics Prize.

Emmy Award winner Frida Perez will be recognized with the Showrunner Award for her work on Apple TV+’s The Studio. Frida co-created the critically acclaimed series, which broke the record for the most Emmy wins for a comedy series in a single year, garnering 13 wins with 23 nominations. Frida also made history as the first Latina ever to win an Emmy Award for Outstanding Comedy Series and Writing for a Comedy Series.

Grammy winner and Emmy nominee Anthony Ramos will receive the Supporting Actor Award for Film for his role in Kathryn Bigelow’s A HOUSE OF DYNAMITE (Netflix). Anthony first rose to prominence with his breakout role in Broadway’s Hamilton and has since built a dynamic screen career with standout performances including In the HeightsTwisters, and Transformers: Rise of the Beasts.

Gabriel Luna will be honored with the Supporting Actor Award for Series for his performance in Peacock’s Devil in Disguise: John Wayne Gacy. Gabriel recently wrapped production on the second season of The Terminal List opposite Chris Pratt, which follows his powerhouse performance as ‘Tommy’ in season two of The Last of Us.

Frida Perez, showrunner and Emmy winner for “The Studio.”

Tonatiuh will be recognized with the Breakthrough Actor Award for his outstanding performance in Kiss of the Spider Woman (Roadside Attractions). Alongside his cast, this talented Mexican-American actor debuted Bill Condon’s visionary new adaptation of the Golden Age musical drama at the Sundance Film Festival. This is his first major film role.

Camila Perez will receive the Breakthrough Actress Award for her work on the hit Apple TV+ series Acapulco, a Critics Choice Awards Best Foreign Language Series nominee last year. Camila bid farewell to her scene-stealing character this year during the series’ fourth and final season.

“It is a true privilege to celebrate this extraordinary group of honorees,” said Critics Choice Association Board Member and Co-Programmer Clayton Davis. “At a time when Latinos are too often vilified or overlooked, their artistry stands as proof of our brilliance, resilience, and undeniable influence. These stories reflect our community and elevate the global cultural fabric.”

Sponsors and partners include Milagro Tequila, NEP Sweetwater and FIJI Water.

The Critics Choice Association’s Celebration of Latino Cinema & Television will be produced by Javier Infante and Madelyn Hammond of Madelyn Hammond & Associates.

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Cover Photo: Tonatiuh

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By Lynn Venhaus

Hey, you guys!!! Do you remember growing up? Did you ever act out a fantasy adventure with your pals? Did you watch VHS tapes that you rented from the local Blockbuster Video?

Checking those boxes means you are the primo audience for SATE’s zany “Classic Adventure Movie,” which is an exuberant tribute to limitless childhood imaginations, a theatrical time-travel experience, and an homage to beloved characters who grew up in the Goon Docks.

With great affection, the company recreates the playful spirit of the Millennial touchstone, “The Goonies,” an iconic family film that premiered the same summer that “Back to the Future” did – in 1985.

Ever since this heartwarming tale of friendship came out on home entertainment, kids have been watching it over and over, repeat viewings a must. And any mother of Millennials knows it well (even if it’s been a while for me).

Chunk’s being threatened by the Fratelli gang. Photo by Joey Rumpell.

Get ready for that same warm glow of nostalgia that occurs when the children of the 1980s and 1990s remember how they fell in love with a merry band of misfits who dove into danger with the derring-do of a teenage Indiana Jones and the detective skills of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys.  

And some of them, along with a few intrepid Gen X’s and Gen Z’s, are part of this fearless gang of “Never Say Die” performers who dash, dart, and dare to have fun as part of this fearless ensemble.

SATE is a regional theatre group renowned for its well-cast ensembles and strong collaborations, and this is another dandy example of the band getting back together and having the time of their lives.

Dynamic duo Rachel Tibbetts and Ellie Schwetye are the co-producers, with Rachel directing a fast-paced and funny show, where the comic lines land, the role-playing is spot-on, and the sentiment is endearing. Tibbetts injects the heart, Schwetye provides the soul as sound designer.

Courtney Bailey, Frankie Ferrari and Katie Donnelly. Photo by Joey Rumpell.

Ellie has compiled a greatest hits soundtrack to supply the audience with favorite movie themes and songs. Yes, you’ll hear John Williams’ unmistakable work among poppy needle drops, and it’s a terrific score to compliment this show.

This proud and loud troupe of 13 spryly navigate a makeshift playground of caves, secret passages, pirate ships, booby traps – and booty traps — and other escapades set up in the friendly, intimate confines of The Chapel (subbing for Astoria, Oregon).

It’s clear that the cast and crew have been sprinkled with Steven Spielberg’s magic pixie dust, and they’ve become kids again.

The movie plot is based on a story by Spielberg, who was inspired by Mark Twain’s “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” when Tom and Becky Thatcher are lost in a cave.

Written by Chris Columbus (“Home Alone” and “Mrs. Doubtfire”), the script focuses on a group of buddies who must move from their working-class neighborhood when a developer forecloses on their families’ homes to build a golf course.

Photo by Joey Rumpell.

Director Richard Donner (“Superman” and “Superman II”) drew authentic performances from the youngsters, showcasing their natural chemistry and high energy. That’s embodied by spunky Ricki Franklin as Mikey, the eternal optimist.

Franklin is the driving force as the lovable, loyal pal played by Sean Astin. She wears the trademark jean jacket, too. Costume designer Liz Henning splendidly outfitted each character to have some specific items to mark each look from on screen, such as Keating’s mismatched pants and shirt wardrobe copying Chunk’s lack of sartorial splendor.

Luck may be on their side as they discover notorious pirate One-Eyed Willy’s treasure map that could lead to some valuable loot. They must follow clues. But they’re not the only ones searching – a family of crooks is hot on their trail.

Fierce LaWanda Jackson is funny as the ruthless crime boss Mama Fratelli whose knucklehead sons are more of a hindrance than a help – Anthony Kramer-Moser is Jake and Victor Mendez is Francis, and they demonstrate their slapstick prowess, for they are more Three Stooges than wise guys.

Joining Mikey on this wild adventure are chatterbox Mouth, aka Clark Devereaux, with goofball Cassidy Flynn in the Corey Feldman role; tech wizard Data, with versatile Ashwini Arora in the future Oscar winner Ke Huy Quan role; rapscallion Chunk, with inventive Keating in the mischievous Jeff Cohen role. “I love the dark! But I hate nature!” they say.

Joey Rumpell photo.

The pals team up with high school jock Brand (Mikey’s older brother Brandon), with Carl Overly Jr. sporting a red bandana and gray shirt as the tough protector played by Josh Brolin.

Helpful is perky Andy, a popular cheerleader who has a crush on Brand, and is played by multi-faceted Hailey Medrano in the Kerri Green role. Her feisty best friend Stef is vibrant Marcy Wiegert in the resourceful role played by Martha Plimpton in the movie.

The actors added recognizable touches in their personal development of these iconic parts, and as anticipated, Keating goes to town in the “Truffle Shuffle.”

Two narrators are Katie Donnelly as Barb and Courtney Bailey as Lizzie, and they fill a variety of needs, including playing bridge trolls.

One of the sweetest touches was having some of the actors talk about their favorite movie from their youth in a heartfelt monologue, why it moved them and why the mattered. Jackson talked about “The Wiz,” Flynn “Pokemon,” Ferrari “Under the Tuscan Sun,” Keating “E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial” and Wiegert “Labyrinth.”

The Goonies. Photo by Joey Rumpell.

One of the most inspired additions is Frankie Ferrari as Cyndi Lauper, the pop singer who had a cameo in the movie. She penned the title song “The Goonies R Good Enough” included on the soundtrack.

The music video was in frequent rotation on MTV, so she is part of its legend. The playwright found clever ways to use Cyndi, and Ferrari is all in, singing, dancing and replicating the pop star’s thick Brooklyn-Queens combo accent.  

The set design by Erik Kuhn has some sight gags, movie posters, and delightful reminiscences of childhood days gone by. Kuhn also served as technical director. He had to be handy and resourceful, coming up with clever substitutions for grand-scale images. Wearing a third hat, he served as fight director, too.

Katherine Leemon did a terrific job finding props that were integral to each character. Denisse Chavez expertly took care of the lighting design.                                                                                                                                                                                      

The play was written by Keating, after being conceived by Tibbetts, Flynn and Keating at a sleep-over birthday party where they watched “The Goonies.” They have included the most memorable parts of the movie, and one role is given to an audience member.

The cast of “Classic Adventure Movie.”

This is the group’s second work in a hopeful trilogy, after “Classic Mystery Game” in 2019, and uses story elements from their “First Impressions” on the Jane Austen novel “Pride and Prejudice” in 2017.

“Classic Adventure Movie” is elevated by SATE’s trademark camaraderie. The fleet-footed and expressive cast deliver one-liners and recognizable quotes from the movie in such a fun way that they must have put extra oomph into rehearsing the play to get the timing just so.

A primer on “The Goonies” isn’t a pre-requisite, but helpful. No matter what, you’ll be swept away by the youthful enthusiasm as they outwit, outplay, outlast – and outsnark — the villains.

SATE presents the world premiere of “Classic Adventure Movie, or Never Say Die,” Sept. 11 through Sept. 27, with shows Thursday through Saturday at 7 p.m. at The Chapel, 6238 Alexander Drive. For more information: satestl.org.

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By Lynn Venhaus
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
 like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
 Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?
“Harlem,” Langston Hughes, 1951

Where are we now, 74 years later? Timely and timeless, the musical “Raisin” is a vibrant exploration of the class, gender and racial divides that have become a dominant part of American life.

The Black Rep’s sensitive, thoughtful production pulses with its character-driven work that hopefully resonates and renews pleas for social justice in today’s divided times.

The iconic poem, “Harlem,” shared above, was an inspiration for playwright Lorraine Hansberry to explore deferred dreams and class divides in 1951 segregated Chicago in her groundbreaking drama, “A Raisin in the Sun.”

Anita Michelle Jackson and Andrea Mouton. Photo by Keshon Campbell.

The matriarch is expecting a $10,000 life insurance check in the mail after her hard-working husband’s passing. She wants to move the family from the South Side to Clybourne Park, a nicer neighborhood, where she has put a down payment on a 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom house. She sees this home as a foundation to build everyone’s dreams on, a door to new opportunities.

Hansberry was the first black female playwright on Broadway – the show debuted in 1959, and it was a new look at black life in America in a way that had not been represented. Think of the dialogues it may have started!

While the musical has hiccups based on its construction, not the singing, dancing or acting, the Black Rep’s stylistic choices and casting decisions are highlights.

The Younger family leaves an indelible impression in the hands of Anita Michelle Jackson (Mama Lena), Duane Martin Foster, (her son Walter Lee), Adrianna Jones (his wife Ruth), their young son Travis (Jaron Bentley), and Walter’s sister Beneatha (Andrea Mouton).

Duane Martin Foster and Jaron Bentley. Photo by Keshon Campbell.

The 1973 musical adaptation, “Raisin,” won the Tony Award for Best Musical in 1974, as well as Virginia Capers winning Best Actress in a Musical for playing Mama Lena, out of nine nominations. It also won the Grammy Award for best musical theater album.

But it has largely been forgotten over time. Landmark musicals of that era – “Purlie” in 1970, “The Wiz” in 1975 and “Dreamgirls” in 1981, signaling a new wave of creative artists, have been produced many times.

The book was co-written by the late Hansberry’s husband, Robert Nemiroff, and Charlotte Zaltzberg. The themes are the same — a family dares to dream of a better life that has been denied them and threatens to fall apart.

The music score by composer Judd Woldin, with lyrics by Robert Brittan, is an intimate story of a family, their daily and big-picture struggles, and real ongoing conversations. That was rare then and remains an unusual approach now.

This musical is an ambitious undertaking, and while the story is absorbing, faithful to Hansberry’s intentions, this isn’t a splashy, bombastic score with extravagant numbers. Still, there is much heart and soul to be discovered.

“He Came Down This Morning” – ensemble church number. Photo by Keshon Campbell.

Emphasizing authenticity and empathy, director Ron Himes depicts the Youngers’ struggles with the help of the creative stage work from sound designer Kareem Deanes and lighting designer Tony Anselmo.

The setting is their cramped, roach-infested apartment, effectively visually realized by scenic designer Tim Jones. But it opens beyond those walls – to a church, bar and streetscape. Mikhail Lynn contributed as a props designer, too.

The exceptional orchestra, led by music director Jermaine Manor, robustly brings out the jazz, gospel, blues and soul.  William Von Hombract is on bass, James Belk on percussion, Des Jones on drums, Mary Weber and Brady Lewis on trumpet, Stan Coleman on reed, Monet Royal and Adrian Walker on viola, David Glenn on guitar, and Manor on keyboard.

Choreographer Kirven Douthit-Boyd’s inspired dance work adds so much to the street life, with expressive moves to the musical beats of the city. Dancers Jorrell Lawyer-Jefferson, Demetrius Malik Lee and Aaliyah Weston are extraordinary in their pieces and group numbers.

Adrianna Jones and Duane Martin Foster. Photo by Keshon Campbell.

The gritty, bustling “Streets of Chicago” and “Runnin’ to Meet the Man” are livelier company numbers because of the choreography, and so is “Booze,” traditional “African Dance” and the ebullient spiritual gospel song “He Come Down This Morning.”

Walter Lee is a chauffeur but wants to open a liquor store and go into business with two other friends. Walter’s restlessness and growing resentments cause more fights between him and his wife and mother, mostly about the money. Mama Lena also wants to put money aside for Beneatha’s studies because she’s attending medical school.

Accomplished, acclaimed singers Jackson and Foster are the epitome of powerhouse vocalists, but to see them slip into the roles of Lena and Walter Lee with all their well-honed skills is to marvel at how natural their acting abilities are as well.

Jackson, who has a song full of hope as the prayerful Lena – “A Whole Lotta Sunlight,” and then a power ballad about resilience “Measure the Valleys” that’s a showstopper.

Jaron Bentley and Adrianna Jones. Photo by Keshon Campbell.

Foster’s sarcastic, bitter “Man Say” with his wife Ruth sets his tone, tired of playing by the rules while his aspirations are dismissed. while he seethes with rage in “You Done Right.”

In a tender moment, Foster and Jones pair on a lovely duet “Sweet Time,” while Jones shines in “Whose Angry Little Man,” a tribute to their son Travis.

In the second act, Foster shows a wider range of emotions, from an ebullient “It’s a Deal” to his anger that can’t be contained in the satirical “Not Anymore,” after a lifetime of disappointment and the bigotry they’ve endured, with his wife and sister participating, too.

The hopeful solo “Sidewalk Tree” is a special moment for the poised and talented Jaron Bentley, who delivers a dynamic performance as young Travis. He stood out at the Muny this summer in “Frozen” and “Evita” as part of the youth ensembles, and he has a bright future ahead with his remarkable stage presence.

A superb Robert McNichols is potent as Nigerian student Asagai, who is a friend seeing Beneatha. His charm shines through in the number “Alaiyo.” Beneatha’s exploration of her cultural awakening is another highlight, as illustrated in her fashion choices – fine work from costume designer Gregory Horton.

Singing in church. Photo by Keshon Campbell.

Supporting roles also include Will Bonfiglio as weaselly Karl Lindner, not exactly a Welcome Wagon for Clybourne Park., and De-Rance Blaylock as neighbor Mrs. Johnson, who literally takes us to church in the spirited number “He Come Down This Morning.”

The ensemble also includes Dwayne Moss III as Willie Harris, Adrian Rice as Bobo, Damari Padilla and Tia Renee Williams.

The ensemble moves well, their passion obvious.

The hope is that spotlighting this work will introduce a new generation to the play or at least remind others of work that still needs to be done.

The Black Rep presents “Raisin” as their 49th season opener from Sept. 3 through Sunday, Sept. 21 at the Edison Theater on the campus of Washington University in St. Louis. For more information: www.theblackrep.org.

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