"Pinkins and Wiest: A Provocative Odd Couple"
If the amount of hilarity generated in an audience were
any indication of its success, the New Group’s production of Chicago playwright
Joel Drake Johnson’s RASHEEDA SPEAKING—originally
seen at the Windy City’s Rivendell Theatre—would qualify as the laugh riot of
the still young year. Although this icy-hearted viewer was an infrequent
participant in the evening’s jocularity, he nevertheless found himself rather
taken by Johnson’s often penetrating, if also occasionally implausible,
depiction of racial tensions simmering under the surface of a mundane workplace
situation.
Tonya Pinkins (rear), Dianne Wiest. Photo: Monique Carboni. |
Darren Goldstein, Tonya Pinkins. Photo: Monique Carboni. |
Dianne Wiest, Patricia Conolly. Photo: Monique Carboni. |
Despite convincing-sounding dialogue, however, some moments
seem forced for the sake of stirring controversy or getting a laugh, as when
Rose politely tells Jaclyn that her behavior comes from her desire to take
revenge for slavery. Rose may be an old biddy, but there’s nothing about her to
suggest a total idiot. Another frisson-inducer is when the mousy Ileen agrees
to carry a gun as protection from Jaclyn, whom her family has warned her may be
dangerous. And the name in the title, explained as a common reference by middle-class
white men for a type of working-class black woman, came as a big surprise to
this middle-class white man, although it does set the stage for a funny tag
line.
That the cast—performing on Allen Moyer’s perfect
rendition of an office/waiting room, realistically lit by Jennifer Tipton, and appropriately
clothed by Toni-Leslie James—manages to overcome the play’s shortcomings and
make what transpires both believable and funny is a tribute to their talent and
Nixon’s guidance. Goldstein underplays his supercilious, egotistic, I’m- not-a-racist
doctor with a laidback vibe suggestive of comedian Louis C.K., while Conolly
brings her veteran comedic chops to the elderly Rose.
Of course, the show belongs to Wiest and Pinkins, the
former playing a somewhat ditzier version of the vulnerable, verge-of-tears
hummingbirds at which she’s so adept. She’s wonderful in the early scenes,
especially when faced with the dilemma of being asked to spy, but the way the
play forces the character to evolve isn’t totally convincing. Pinkins steals
the spotlight, making Jaclyn—with her workplace grievances, such as complaints
about toxins in the air—a completely recognizable pain in the butt, but she’s
still able, despite being so annoying, to find the human being inside and make
you empathize with her.
After ninety minutes with RASHEEDA SPEAKING’s thought-provoking office politics, racial grumbling,
and employee-on-employee espionage you’ll be glad to get back to your own job
where, surely, nothing faintly like this ever happens.
The
Pershing Square Signature Center
Romulus
Linney Courtyard Theatre
480
W. 42nd Street, NYC
Through
March 22