"Second Wind has a goal that is rare in today's bottom-line
theatre world: to use the stage to explore social and political
issues that impact ordinary Americans lives."

~~Charles Brousse, Marin Independent

"Rich and dramatically powerful"

~SF Bay Guardian

One Nation Under Dog

Review by Robert Avila (San Francisco Bay Guardian, September 2006)

In Suzan-Lori Parks's The America Play, the setting is a vast dirt hole — what the piece calls "an exact replica of the Great Hole of History." You could say it's still the operative landscape in her 2002 Pulitzer Prize–winning play, Topdog/Underdog, which also takes as a central motif The America Play's image of a black man dressed as an arcade Abraham Lincoln (there for patrons to shoot in a continual reenactment of the assassination in Ford's Theatre).

Parks now grounds it in a more ostensibly realistic plotline Linc-ing two African American brothers to a deep and sordid past they only partially and fleetingly understand. The hole of history here consists of the squalid apartment shared by Lincoln (Ian Walker) and Booth (David Westley Skillman), named by their father as "some idea of a joke."

In Parks's telling, the joke is loaded. The layering of history, it suggests, turns Booth's inner-city digs downright archaeological. It blends — in subtle and intricate ways — the brothers' troubled childhood, a history of racism and endemic poverty, and a ruthless culture suffused with fantasies of death and easy money.

Second Wind's production, ably helmed by director Virginia Reed, is the first one locally since the touring Broadway version came through town. It's great not only to have the opportunity to see this rich and dramatically powerful work performed again but to see a small company do this demanding piece such justice. (If justice is a word one can draw anywhere near the world of Linc and Booth.) The actors establish an engaging rapport onstage. Skillman is sharp and just vaguely menacing as younger brother Booth, jumpy and less certain than his big brother despite his obsessive ambition to be the three-card monte hustler his now disillusioned brother once was. Walker's Linc, meanwhile, is a finely tuned combination of resignation, restraint, and irrepressible pride. He first appears in whiteface, wearing the president's getup, which gives him a steady paycheck and time to think; when his startled kid brother trains a real gun on him, we have a tableau that sets the whole history ball rolling.

True, opening night saw the performances, especially Walker's, fluctuating slightly in intensity, focus, and rhythm, but that's only to say an excellent cast will likely prove even stronger as the run continues.

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