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“Southern Rapture” quickly elicits loud guffaws from the audience, a heartening circumstancve, as it means playwright Eric Coble’s script is doing its job. Billed as a satire, it recounts the tumultuous week in real life leading up to the 1996 opening night of Tony Kushner's celebrated AIDS play, “Angels in America” in Charlotte, NC. But what might have been a tragic recount of small-minded efforts at artistic repression gets turned on its head, a potential tragedy mined for comedy, with an ending that is at once affirming and exhilarating.  

This show at Theater Wit, produced by three-year-old Tin Drum Theatre Company, is loaded with broad humor, and is something of a backstage comedy as well. For purposes of the script, Charlotte becomes a generic southern city, and Kushner becomes Anton Finewitz, and his vaunted work is transformed into “Rapture in America.” 

The show parodies not just the reactionary forces that sought unsuccessfully to keep “Angels in America” from running. It also takes aim at the theater company, its governing board, local government, and the national media that spun the controversy into the unnuanced, dualistic divisiveness that seems to have solidified as a way of American life today. 

As “Rapture in America” barrels toward dress rehearsal, a big supratitle flashes the daily countdown to its local premiere. In an opening monolog to the audience, Marjorie Hooper proudly tells us, “The play’s won the Pulitzer, Tony, Drama Desk Award, an Evening Standard Award, the Rainbow Excellence Award and an ASPCA citation—We’re one of only six theaters in the nation to get the rights to do the show outside of New York!” Indeed! 

When word gets around there will be full frontal male nudity in the show, the gears of progress run unevenly, and almost grind to a halt. Company director Marjorie Winthrop (Shannon Leigh Webber) attempts to insulate her performers from the backlash, which comes in the form of Reverend Dupree (Andrew Bosworth) and a town gadfly Lavern Jackson (Jenny Hoops). Jackson has read the script and counted the number of mentions of “cocksucker” and other notable perversions to the Charlotte Town Council. (In a content warning to the audience, Jackson’s list includes “one penis,” which indeed appears in the second act at Theatre Wit.)

Charlotte Mayor Winston Paxton (Teddy Boone), ever even-tempered, tries to stay above the fray. His aspirations for transforming this growing city into a world-class metropolis have netted a symphony orchestra, a national sports franchise, and now, an important regional theater company, about to move into the big leagues. But the mayor is beginning to feel unsettled, praising the season’s opener, "The Odd Couple," and encouraging Marjorie to do something other than “Rapture.”

“There’s still gonna be plenty of art!,” the Mayor argues. “It’s just art we can all appreciate. Because that ‘Odd Couple’ was one of the goddam funniest things I ever saw in my life.” But Marjorie will have none of that, declaring the play "epic." 

It even dares to cut through the slavish devotion accorded "Angels in America" and Kushner himself, asking a if this two-part six-hour "epic" work might be too much in a town that likes to get home in time to catch Jay Leno.  

"'“Epic' meaning?" asks the mayor. "Three hours, two intermissions," Marjorie tells him. "And that’s just Part I. Part II is three hours too."
"Good lord, is this a play or a telethon?" asks the mayor, and the playwright punctures the unquestioned aura that seems to envelop Kushner and his fans. 

 Amid the brewing ontroversey, Marjorie conjures up a “bubble” for the players, a send up of that too precious psychobabble affectation that performers may have seen once or twice:

Marjorie: We’re in the bubble, say it with me.

Players: We’re in the bubble.

Marjorie: And what do we do in the bubble?

Players: We make art in the bubble.

Even theater reviewers get skewered in the no-holds-barred script: 

“When I have something to say,” says beleaguered Mayor Paxton, “I’ll talk to a real reporter.”

“I am a journalist,” Simon Larisher (Jordon Gleaves) retorts, to which the mayor replies, no, “You’re a theater critic!” Ouch! 

The playwright specifies just seven actors should play the 16 roles, and director Jason Palmer and the high-caliber cast carry this off wonderfully. Particularly notable are Andrew Bosworth as the protesting preacher Reverend Dupree, and two of his nemeses: the playwright who has flown from New York into the fray, and company member Mickey Steadman, who will deliver the full monty. Bosworth plays the roles distinctively and we have no confusion.

Even more so for Mary Ann Bowman as the theater company board chair, the district attorney, and the over-the-top Nyla-Jean Geisy, a winged creature essential to the play within this play. Likewise for Gleaves, who carries off very well with the support of a good script four roles, including the TV host of “Night Line” and a Franklin McManus, a highly effective lawyer given to flowery South Carlina colloquialisms.

Beyond its funny rendition of what it must have been like in Charlotte in 1996, “Southern Rapture” does something more. For me, it’s a reminder that we can recover from our seemingly intractable current state of social affairs. After all, we’ve done it numerous times in the last three decades, and even following the darkest of times in the 1950s with McCarthyism and the blacklisting of creatives. 

Back in the real Charlotte, “Angels in America” opened to record ticket sales, and the protests withered in the face of ticket-buyer preferences. Though the theater company that produced it saw its funding cut in retribution, a successor there commissioned this very funny “Rapture in America,” which feels cathartic all in all.

Now “Angels in America” is the stuff of celebrated revivals, and no one blinks an eye. So we do make it through these times of darkness, the forces of Steven Miller, Trad Wives and Andrew Tate notwithstanding. And we will recover from our current predicament too. 

Even with some clunkers among its running gags and jokes, “Southern Rapture” is highly recommended. It runs at Theater Wit through June 28, 2026.

Fans of highly intellectual and nonlinear storytelling will love INCOGNITO. Playwright Nick Payne is known for plays with inventive narrative structures and deep philosophical inquiry—qualities that are clearly in evidence in INCOGNITO. This production is the Chicago debut of INCOGNITO; across the Pond the work has been praised for the innovative storytelling with which it probes memory, genius and identity.

Payne’s ‘inventive narration’ and ‘innovative storytelling’ are very much evident in INCOGNITO. Approximately twenty characters are enacted by a cast of but four: Teddy Boone, Shannon Leigh Webber, Erin Alys and Riles August Holiday. Though I found the nonlinear script difficult to follow, I was never in doubt as to which character each actor was portraying.

Incognito moves shapelessly across space and time, interweaving three independent storylines. One plot focuses on the pathologist who performed the autopsy of Albert Einstein. In doing so he extracted Einstein’s brain, which he stored variously in the trunk of his car, in the basement, and in a jar of formaldehyde. I was unable to discern exactly why he did so or what purpose he intended for this heirloom; presumably he simply wanted to have it, not necessarily use it. Anyone who shops on Amazon as zealously as I do will understand this. Contiguous plots involve Einstein’s descendants, whose views on this management of their august ancestor’s residuum range from horror to enthusiastic endorsement.

It's my private hypothesis that one factor supporting the cast’s proficiency at managing multiple roles is the broad variety of skills each of them brings to the stage.  Shannon Leigh Webber, for example, not only acts herself but also teaches drama in primary schools (which sounds like fun to me, though I appreciate that not everyone will share this view). Erin Alys is an actor, an intimacy director and an educator, while also a stunt performer and fight director, focusing on found objects and unarmed combat [reading this, I couldn’t help but wondering if she works with Babes With Blades]. My companion and I were both deeply impressed by the actors’ expertise at playing several very different roles.

The production team was also superb. Designers of Costume (Kasey Wolfgang), Lighting (Jack Goodman), and Sound (Alex Kingsley), with scenic designer Marcus Klein, cooperated seamlessly to fashion a smooth professional production. I especially admire Stage Manager Joey Bluhm’s backstage prowess; there was often less than five seconds between scenes, with actors streaming onstage from all sides in total darkness. I’ve never been a Stage Manager, but it’s my naive belief that this sort of opuscule [great word, huh? I do so love words!] is a Stage Manager’s nightmare: a small cast, playing many characters, entering a vacant stage through disparate portals … oy!  How does one keep track and be sure everyone is where they need to be when they need to?

I said a ‘vacant’ stage; far from disparagement of Scenic Designer Klein’s proficiency, I am, rather, commending their restraint.  Dozens of props, furnishings, amenities and accoutrements could have been used, but Klein chose minimalism:  just two straight chairs … and a table? Was there a little table? I don’t remember … and that is, to me, a huge accolade; one should remember what took place on the stage rather than what was placed there.

Tin Drum Theater company was formed by Steve Needham and Jason Palmer, who are also Producer and Director of INCOGNITO, respectively. This sort of ‘inbreeding’, characteristic of Chicago’s ‘black box’ theatres, is, in my view, a strength. Theater is intimate by its very nature, with cast and production team enriching one another as they collaborate and interact. Though some may argue against such endogamy in the creative process, it is my view that diversification can only assist with the legion of elaborate procedures necessary to bring a show from script to stage.

Starlings are used in INCOGNITO as poetic symbols. Each individual bird communicates with just a few neighbors, yet together they form vast, seemingly choreographed, flights. In this context, starlings represent the illusion of free will and the fluidity of identity: neither can be formed in isolation, but solely through connection with others. The Director’s Note states: Even if we are shaped by memory, emotion, and electrical impulses, we are also shaped by choice, by connection, by the stories we live and the love we give’, concluding, ‘Yes, you are a figment of your own imagination’. I think that’s tres cool.

INCOGNITO is not for everyone; I don’t recommend it for either your kids or your grandparents. If, however, you would like to be ‘challenged, provoked, and inspired’, INCOGNITO by Tin Drum Theater is definitely for you!

Playing through August 3 at Theater Wit, 1229 W Belmont

*This review is also featured on https://www.theatreinchicago.com/!