Calls for a national conversation on race are routinely made in the wake of crises, but a better idea would be a requirement for all citizens to familiarize themselves with the work of playwright August Wilson.
An excellent place to start would be the gripping production of "Ma Rainey's Black Bottom" that opened Sunday at the Mark Taper Forum. This is the play that brought Wilson widespread attention after it moved to New York in 1984, the first in his 10-play cycle exploring 20th century African American experience to make it to Broadway.
Centering on a 1927 recording session in Chicago involving blues singer Gertrude (Ma) Rainey (1886-1939), one of the first black singers to be signed to a white label, the drama departs from its historical premise to concentrate on the interaction of the band members. Their banter, razzing, conflicts and lamentations constitute the heart of Wilson's play and the soul of his life's work as a dramatist.
Wilson's project was to provide a forum for deeper reflection on African American history, culture and identity. Blending carefully studied realism with a lyricism that could turn mystical, his plays set out to reconnect black Americans with the heritage that slavery traumatically severed them from and to share with all theatergoers an understanding of the way historical forces continue to shape our collective consciousness.
This new production of "Ma Rainey," directed by Tony-winning actor Phylicia Rashad, is superior to the 2003 Broadway revival that starred Whoopi Goldberg. As the title character, Goldberg had the diva mannerisms down. But Tony-winner Lillias White ("The Life"), who plays Ma Rainey here, not only can sing magnificently — she effuses the blues in her sass and strut.
Rashad, who staged a powerful revival of Wilson's "Joe Turner's Come and Gone" at the Taper in 2013, is an actor's director. She shines a light on the complicated humanity of Wilson's characters and creates the ensemble unity that is necessary in a play that doesn't make its titular legend the protagonist of the piece.
That role is occupied by Levee (Jason Dirden), a trumpeter with big aspirations and an even bigger chip on his shoulder. Levee arrives a few minutes after the other musicians carrying the new pair of shoes he has just spent a week's salary on. He can't help taking a victory lap in them. Part of the money came from beating Cutler (Damon Gupton), the band's leader, in a game of craps, but the real source of Levee's arrogance is his belief in himself as an artist.
"I ain't like you, Cutler," he says with characteristic cockiness. "I got talent!" He wants the band to play his version of the song "Ma Rainey's Black Bottom," a jazzier arrangement more in keeping with the way black music has been evolving in the urban north.
Levee disdains the "old jug-band music" and is determined to form his own jazz band. He has even written some songs he hopes the money-grubbing producer Sturdyvant (Matthew Henerson) will turn into hits.
The older band members can't help rolling their eyes at Levee's swaggering ways. Toledo (Glynn Turman), the resident philosopher and the only member of the band who can read, tries to school him while Slow Drag (Keith David) looks on with a wry reefer-induced smile.
Ma Rainey will be the one to put Levee in his place, but not before she straightens out her manager, Irvin (Ed Swidey). Accompanied by her nephew, Sylvester (Lamar Richardson), and her lesbian plaything, Dussie Mae (Nija Okoro), she demands that Irvin first settle a little police matter for her. After that messy business is cleaned up, she insists that he fix her car, adjust the temperature in the studio and allow Sylvester, a severe stutterer, to record the intro to one of her songs. Oh, and somebody better run out and get her a Coke if they expect her to sing a note.
She's acting impossible, but as she explains to Cutler, "As soon as they get my voice down on them recording machines, then it's just like if I'd be some whore and they roll over and put their pants on." Wilson, however, isn't just interested in dramatizing the plight of black talent in a business ruled by mercenary whites. He probes deeply into the cultural allure of her art.
"White folks don't understand about the blues," she tells Cutler. "They hear it come out, but they don't know how it got there. They don't understand that's life way of talking. You don't sing to feel better. You sing 'cause that's a way of understanding life."
The comedy in "Ma Rainey's Black Bottom" can get broad, and Rashsad, still best known for playing Bill Cosby's wife on the "The Cosby Show," doesn't do much to tamp down the shticky routine of Sylvester bungling his lines take after take with his disability.
But the realism of the writing is observed with an unstudied grace. "Effortless" is the word that comes to mind, but the truthfulness is too meticulous to be accidental.
Turman (who was so good in Rashad's staging of "Joe Turner's Come and Gone") brings to Toledo a doddering wisdom that is still capable of hitting a bull's-eye. Gupton movingly captures both Cutler's steadiness and insecurity. David imbues Slow Drag's silences with a weariness that is carried lightly but must weigh a ton.
The cast members handle with poise the raconteur demands Wilson places on them. The characters all have stories to tell, and the play allows each of them to share their narrative burdens with one another — tales of dashed hopes and brutal confrontations, of shame, sorrow, and recovered dignity worn like a tattered old suit.
Dirden's performance rises in power as Levee's anger becomes unhinged. But what's most admirable about the production is that even when Levee is challenging God in a furious monologue, the other sidemen are right beside him absorbing and reacting as though this theatrical moment belonged equally to them, which it does.
There is a significant staging issue caused by the split-level layout of John Iacovelli's set. The scenic design looks terrific, but it relegates the warm-up room, where the band members converse and practice, to a lower level. This muffles the scenes that take place there.
I found myself cocking an ear not to miss a word of the band members' conversation, something that I didn't have to do when the action moved to the recording studio upstairs. White's Ma Rainey has a deliciously commanding voice that allows us to savor every flamboyant remark, but there's just a sharper theatrical focus to the upper playing area.
Nothing, however, could diminish the powerful relevance of this revival. The racism that the characters in "Ma Rainey's Black Bottom" speak of is the same racism that is making headlines today. The context, connection and poetic sympathy that Wilson provides, however, is something that is in rare supply in today's cultural landscape.
This play, as with all of Wilson's work, challenges and nourishes, shocks and heals. If the playwright doesn't let us off the hook of history, it is because he understands that only through an honest historical reckoning can a richer humanity be found.
'Ma Rainey's Black Bottom'
Where: Mark Taper Forum, 135 N. Grand Ave., L.A.
When: 8 p.m. Tuesdays-Fridays, 2:30 and 8 p.m. Saturdays, 1 and 6:30 p.m. Sundays. Ends Oct. 16. (Call for exceptions.)
Tickets: $25-$85 (subject to change)
Information: (213) 628-2772 or www.centertheatregroup.org
Running time: 2 hours, 35 minutes, including one intermission
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