Clybourne Park: A Wry Play About Race Relations Features a Magnificent Jeffrey Bean, an Outstanding Ensemble Cast and the Sure Eye of Director James Black

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Jay Sullivan as Jim, Jeffrey Bean as Russ and Elizabeth Bunch as Bev really don't have a clue as to how to get along
Check out our interview with director James Black.

The set-up:
"If we could all just sit down together at one big table and ..." pleads '50s housewife Bev (Elizabeth Bunch) at the end of the first act of Bruce Norris' unflinching -- and immensely funny -- headlong dive into the thorny issue of America's race problem. It's not the "can't we all just get along" sentiment that rings so loudly, it's that ellipse.

Bev, a Donna Reed-like Eisenhower-era mom, can't finish the thought. She hasn't a clue how anyone's supposed to get along, not really. No one else does, either, in this searing look into the mirror. Husband Russ (Jeffrey Bean) is lost in the past, grieving a dead son and has had the stuffing knocked out of him. Packing boxes litter the living room, waiting for the movers on Monday, and there's that large footlocker to be brought downstairs and a wayward chaffing dish to be given away.

Meanwhile, the couple's ineffectual minister Jim (Jay Sullivan) arrives to console a morose Russ, who will not be consoled; black housekeeper Francine (Libya V. Pugh) tries to keep her composure in check from Bev's unintentional patronizing; and good friend and neighbor Karl (Philip Lehl), accompanied by his deaf and very pregnant wife Betsy (Emily Neves), bursts in with veiled threats not to sell the house "to those sort of people," which could potentially lower neighborhood property values.

No one has any values, not honorable ones, anyway. Francine's accommodating husband Albert (David Rainey) gets suckered by Karl into a hilariously inappropriate discussion of "skiing Negroes," which shows how adept Norris is at writing sit-com situations and appropriate punch lines. And then suddenly, he stops the laughs with a kick in the gut.

No one in this multiple award-winning play ever really finishes what they start, always being interrupted, misinterpreted, or having the subject quickly changed into something a lot less harmless, which still leads inevitably to someone being offended. All that superficial good will is dashed with Norris' sharp-edged, and gimlet-eyed perspective. When a character gets backed into a corner and forced to say exactly what's on his or her mind, it's cause for war.

The execution:
It's mighty prickly at 406 Clybourne Park, a middle-class address in a leafy suburb of Chicago. In Act I, Bev and Russ are moving out, and they've sold the house to the Youngers, who, you may remember from theater history, are the rising black family in Lorraine Hansberry's 1959 prize-winner A Raisin in the Sun, who move on up at the end of that play into a white neighborhood.

Norris imagines what Russ and Bev and their white neighbors think of this -- which isn't high minded, you can be sure. In a stirring piece of theatricality, Norris then imagines this same house 50 years later in Act II, when the current crack-and-graffiti black neighborhood is undergoing white gentrification. All the actors switch into new characters. (Since the seven actors have so indelibly etched their characters during the first act, it takes a few minutes to adjust to this startling transformation, but the slight dislocation is utterly delightful.) Now it's the black neighbors who are incensed at what the newly arrived white yuppies plan to do with the property. History has moved on, but nothing has changed.

This exceptionally theatrical play keeps you always on edge. You might see the pieces click into place, but they click with finesse and utter craftsmanship. It's a roller-coaster ride, as it veers from sharp turns into dizzying drops.

James Black, one of the Alley's most esteemed actors, does exceptional work as director. If he's looking for another career, he's clinched it with his work here. The pacing is surefire; the characterizations, right on; the mood, throughout, shifting but on track. He knows how to pace a joke, or a killer punch, and his actors rise to the occasion for this deserving international prize-winner.

Is there anyone who can do rumpled exasperation better than Jeffrey Bean? More to the point, is there anyone on any stage who can do anything better than Bean? Not here! Certifiably one of Houston theater's most accomplished performers, he works wonders with Russ, breaking our heart and making us laugh. He doesn't mess around in his acting, he goes right to the meat of it and sends out inspired sparks.

He is magnificent in this role, and then surprises us in the second act as blue-collar Dan, who's laying the water pipes in the yuppies' back yard for their koi pond. He's unrecognizable and stops the show with his no-nonsense characterization. (His discovery of the aforementioned footlocker turns the play around.) Just to watch him flipping through National Geographic in Act I is reason enough to see this play. He reveals Russ' inner ache just by how he turns the pages. Long live Bean!

Philip Lehl, after numerous seasons of exemplary work on various Houston stages, delivers some of his best work here in the twin roles of bigot Karl in Act I and then clueless, well-meaning yuppie Steve in Act II. The characters share similar traits, so the deep-seated rage of Karl morphs seamlessly into Steve's halting delivery and sputtering faux machismo. Steve means well, but keeps tripping over his liberal limitations, digging himself deeper into trouble with Lena and Kevin, the black neighbors who want to stop the white interlopers.

Alley newcomer Pugh effortlessly charms as put-upon Francine and then as contemporary, slow-fuse fire-brand Lena, distant relative of the Youngers, who's basically as self-righteous and blind as the others.

Bunch is revelatory as model wife Bev who hides the family's dark secret behind a sweet '50s facade that's cracking a bit too fast for her to comprehend. In Act II she plays the yuppies' opportunistic, and rather dense, lawyer Kathy, all too ready to disclose ailments, shortcomings, and lack of geography, anything to close the deal.

As Francine's husband Alfred in Act I, David Rainey is incredulous at the white folks' oblivious attitudes, and neatly turns the tables in the second act as Lena's husband Kevin, who remains incredulous, but who's a whole lot touchier and quick to flash at any perceived slight.

Although Neves has an easier time of it in the first act as comic, and politically incorrect, deaf Betsy; she shines later as bitchy Lindsey, Steve's princess wife from hell, who gets to spout the classic white-guilt line, "Some of my best friends are black!"

Jay Sullivan does triple duty: first as obtuse pastor Jim, inconvenienced with a hernia and excuses; then as a rarin'--to-go gay rep for the black neighborhood association; finally, poignantly, as the ghost of Bev and Russ' son Kenneth, who closes the play on a quiet, painful note. He limns all three roles with distinction.

The verdict:
Prejudice and deep-seated fear know no color, not in Norris' acid-fueled dissection. The heavens don't open, the choir doesn't sing, peace isn't found. There's no resolution in Norris' world; and time brings only more questions. If healing's to be done, it's not any time soon. Through the decades, the house at 406 Clybourne retains its pain. This may not be comforting, but Norris delivers the message with such knowing wickedness that you hardly notice. There's a prize for this sort of sleight-of-hand.

Bruce Norris' wry and wicked Pulitzer and Tony Award-winner runs through February 17 at the Alley Theatre, 615 Texas. Purchase tickets online at alleytheatre.org or call 713-220-5700. $58-$68.

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Agreed on all points.  It reminded me a little of "Noises Off", in that in both the two acts are two sides of the same story (in the case of "Noises Off", in front of and then behind the stage set).  But here, the actors also change roles, very effectively.  So that's what "acting" is all about ...

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