Lyceum, New York
11th October, 2022
“Big, black and queer-ass American Broadway
show!”
Michael R. Jackson’s Pulitzer and
Tony-award winning musical fits a lot into its 100 minutes. Audacious in its
form, style and subject matter, A Strange
Loop is a mighty meta musical which balances its self-irreverence and
emotional intensity superbly. Like Hamilton,
it’s the sort of show you want to plonk in front of detractors of musicals to
show them the possibility of the form.
This is a semi-autobiographical
musical by a black, gay man about a black, gay man writing a musical, about a
black, gay man writing a musical, and so on. Our leading man (at this
performance played by Kyle Ramar Freeman) is an Usher at a popular Disney
Broadway show, and Jackson scatters many gags about audiences, show business
and generalised opinions on musical theatre (‘Have you seen Hamilton?’
generates eyerolls from Usher and his parents’ insistence that he ask Scott Rudin
to produce A Strange Loop garners titters from a knowing audience).
Jackson also plays with expectation, stereotype and internalised racism,
homophobia and cultural guilt; Usher continually pokes fun at himself for his
fondness for ‘white girl music’, while simultaneously bemoaning his family’s
preferred ‘Gospel Plays’ which perpetuate racial and religious cliches. Central
to this derision is millionaire entertainer, Tyler Perry. A figure perhaps less
well known outside the USA, Perry is known for writing, acting and directing
works based on average African-American families, often resorting to racial stereotypes
– the downtrodden husband; the sassy matriarch (often played by Perry himself –
think Mrs Brown’s Boys for American audiences) – and Jackson doesn’t
hold back in lacerating and inverting the expectations of what modern ‘Black’
entertainment should look like. Similarly, Usher’s sexuality is constantly
under scrutiny, with taboo subjects regularly intruding his thoughts (eg. his father
repeatedly asks if Usher wants to have sex with him, or whether he has HIV).
Jackson also inspects the ways that the gay community are not immune from prejudice
and propagating issues such as the fetishization of cultural identities and body-shaming
- as seen in Usher’s internalized self-loathing concerning his appearance. The
show pulls no punches, and addresses uncomfortable issues with humour and
pathos.
Jackson is able to package an array
of conflicting emotions all in one song, one of them which shows the breadth of
his genius being ‘Periodically’. It starts off as a phone call from Usher’s
mother to wish him a happy birthday and to say she loves him, before the gates
then open to a relentless homophobic tirade. Lyrics such as “All of these
Hollywood homosexuals” are sung to an upbeat, jaunty melody, before the song
then pulls back to a slower piano melody. The song is uncannily brought to life
by John-Andrew Morrison as Usher’s God-fearing mother. His performance
(which was nominated for a Tony) shows their love and pain alongside their
prejudice. And at the end of the show, Usher writes the gospel play his mother
has always wanted him to write. Thrillingly realised by Stephen Brackett’s
production and Arnulfo Maldonado’s design, the stage opens up to reveal his
family home in a scene reminiscent of ‘Welcome to Our House on Maple Avenue’
from Fun Home, or perhaps even the
contrived sitcom bonhomie of Jackie Sibblies Drury’s Fairview. This scene culminates in the gob-smacking and epic
satirical ‘Precious Little Dream / AIDS is God's Punishment’. Much of the show's emotional
heft comes from Usher’s fractious relationship with his parents. The line
between autobiography and fiction is blurred, Jackson once again playing
with the idea of multiple versions of self.
We saw A Strange Loop on the day its closure was announced. Despite
its fairly short Broadway run, the show has made its mark on musical theatre history. I
hope it’s not the last we see of it or Jackson’s musical writing talents.
A Strange
Loop plays at the Lyceum Theatre, New York until 15th
January, 2023
The company of A Strange Loop. Credit: Marc J. Franklin |
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