"A Tisket a Casket; or, Whatever Happened to Sister Rose?"
No sooner do the lights come up on the Ortiz funeral home in Our Lady of 121st Street than we see Victor (the excellent John Procaccino), a gray-haired man in a suit jacket and boxer shorts (where his trousers should be), raging at the top of his lungs.
As Balthazar (Joey Auzenne, beautifully rough-edged), a whiskey-nipping Latino detective in his mid-30s, stands listening, Victor pours forth a litany of curses on the abusive father of the late nun. With Sister Rose's empty casket sitting right behind them, Victor condemns the man for being “a fuckin piece of dirt, shanty-Irish-mick-fuck father!” Nor does he neglect to suggest that “Demons should shit in his mouth daily.” How, he wonders, could something like this have happened to the beloved Sister Rose?
|Joey Auzenne, John Procaccino. Photo: Monique Carboni.|
Victor and Balthazar, who has come in response to someone’s call, are former students of Sister Rose, as are all but two of the play’s other ten characters, most of them there for her wake.
By the end of an essentially plotless two hours we will learn only partially about what happened to Sister Rose’s body. However, while it ties Giurgis’s dramatic package in a playwriting bow, the revelation is secondary to the interactions among the work’s memorable rogues’ gallery of eccentrics. One might almost say that Our Lady of 121st Street is, rather than a conventional play, an episodic, dramatic concert in which the songs have been converted to acting arias, including solos, duets, and choral numbers.
|Hill Harper, John Doman. Photo: Monique Carboni.|
They include the flashy Walter “Rooftop” Desmond (Hill Harper, dynamic), a voluble, bling-wearing, L.A. radio personality. His inability to abandon soul-baring conversation for the confession he so desperately needs frustrates the legless, and seemingly faithless, Father Lux (John Doman, sensitively low-keyed).
|Quincy Tyler Bernstine, Paola Lazaro. Photo: Monique Carboni.|
|Quincy Tyler Bernstine, Hill Harper, Dierdre Friel. Photo: Monique Carboni.|
|Erick Betancourt, Maki Borden. Photo: Monique Carboni.|
|Joey Auzenne, Jimmon Cole, Hill Harper, John Doman. Photo: Monique Carboni.|
Walt Spangler’s set, showing multiple locations against a background of Harlem buildings, is too spread out on the wide stage, dissipating focus, and creating problems that Rashad’s directing doesn’t fully resolve. Keith Parham’s moody lighting and Alexis Forte’s costumes, however, do much to improve the quality of the visuals.
Our Lady of 121st Street is early Guirgis; his later plays, like Jesus Hopped the “A” Train, revived on this same stage this past October, show significant technical improvements. But, even with its flaws, Our Lady, of the nearly 2o plays I’ve reviewed since the 2018-2019 began, is (by a hair) the best.
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