‘Pass Over’ Theater Review: When the White Man Is an Alien From Another Planet
Perhaps it began with Robert De Niro’s “You talkin’ to me?” rhetorical question, repeated with slight variations, from “Taxi Driver.” That same year, 1976, David Mamet constructed three plays around artful repetitions, with a number of expletives thrown in.
Within the first few minutes of Antoinette Nwandu’s play “Pass Over,” which opened Monday at LCT’s Off Broadway Claire Tow Theater, the two young black men standing on an urban street corner seemingly repeat themselves ad nauseam as they detonate more and more F-bombs and N-bombs while lighting fewer and fewer explosions with their limited vocabulary.
Yet, even before “Pass Over” takes a wild turn with the entrance of a nattily dressed alien from another world, those two black men, Moses (Jon Michael Hill) and Kitch (Namir Smallwood), begin to emerge as a well-honed comedy act, one from the golden age of vaudeville, one that also conjures up Vladimir and Estragon’s endless wait for Godot. And unlike Samuel Beckett’s characters, these men are fully aware that the little corner of the universe they inhabit is where they’ll die.
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Danya Taymor’s direction alternately treats “Pass Over” as a light comedy and a horror movie, that latter tendency a hallmark of her work in last season’s “Queens” by Martyna Majok. Wilson Chin’s wasteland set and Marcus Doshi’s startling lighting design contribute mightily to the suspense.
As for that alien, he arrives in the person of Gabriel Ebert, singing Rodgers and Hammerstein, carrying a bottomless basket of goodies, and apparently lost in his character’s quest to find his mother’s house. Like the other two men on stage, he wears a baseball cap, but his is duo-tone pastel, providing a nice accent to his otherwise cream-colored seersucker suit that belongs behind an ice-cream counter in “The Music Man.” Rather than N-bombs and F-bombs, Mister or Master has his own set of repetitions, the most common being “gosh, golly, gee.”
Ebert’s character is identified in the program as Mister, although he later clarifies, saying his name is Master. When Hill and Smallwood endlessly spout the N-word, the audience in the Claire Tow Theater listens politely. When Ebert lets go once with the M-word, it’s a very different reaction.
In Nwandu’s script, Mister/Master comes off more than a little ridiculous. He’s ridiculous on stage, too, but he’s also something else. He’s theatrically arresting. Much of this has to do with Ebert’s charm offensive, as ebullient as it is seemingly oblivious — until it isn’t. But the laughs he gets from the audience derive mostly from Hill and Smallwood’s silent, dumbfounded reactions. Who is this guy and what’s he doing on their city block? As a deux ex machina, he’s a real humdinger — to use a word from Master/Mister’s otherworldly dictionary.
Later in the play, Ebert appears as a police officer, identified in the program as Ossifer. The seemingly inoffensive charm is gone, replaced by the kind of malevolent supremacy that will never let Moses and Kitch leave their city block alive. More terrifying than Ossifer’s control is how conditioned Moses and Kitch are to dealing with it. What they haven’t learned is how Mister/Master’s complicity plays into the cop’s routine.
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When “Pass Over” had its world premiere last year at Steppenwolf, a Chicago critic complained that Nwandu addressed the problem of cop violence but not black-on-black violence. It’s a bizarre complaint. Nwandu effectively mixes the profane and the sacred, with the Moses character being the most obvious biblical reference.
The title “Pass Over,” however, takes on a new meaning. Not to give away too much, the playwright does address black-on-black violence. She sees it as a kind of suicide, and it’s spelled out right there in her play’s title.
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