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COLOR BRAVE: SOUTHERN PROMISES

(photo by Joan Marcus)

A plantation facade threatens to crush slaves and slave owners alike in Flea reboot of Thomas Bradshaw’s Southern Promises (photo by Joan Marcus)

Flea Theater, the Sam
20 Thomas St. between Broadway & Church St.
Thursday – Monday through April 18, $15-$50
theflea.org

The Flea’s 2018-19 “Color Brave” season, comprising plays examining race by Todd Solondz, Geraldine Inoa, Idris Goodwin, Kristiana Rae Colón, and Nick Gandiello, comes to an incendiary close with a reboot of Thomas Bradshaw’s Southern Promises, which premiered in 2008 at the IRT in Greenwich Village. Bradshaw has updated the show, including changing the ending, for this run, which continues at the Sam through April 18. The cast consists of twelve nonwhite members of the Bats, the Flea’s resident company. “People of color in America don’t really have a tradition where we confront and investigate the legacy of slavery on our own terms. This legacy is the root of all societal racism in this country, and we as a society are just starting to dig our way out,” one actor explains in a prologue in which several of the Bats share an aspect of personal history involving race. Another says, “I’m just as much slave owner as I am slave. Both the oppressor and the oppressed. This contradiction is an essential part of who I am, and I choose to embrace it all. Every character in this show is me. Every one of these characters are my ancestors.”

(photo by Joan Marcus)

Benjamin (Shakur Tolliver) and Charlotte (Yvonne Jessica Pruitt) think freedom is near in Southern Promises (photo by Joan Marcus)

Inspired by the book The Great Escapes: Four Slave Narratives, which tells the story of fugitive slaves Daphne Brooks, William W. Brown, Henry Box Brown, and William and Ellen Craft, Southern Promises is set on a Virginia plantation in 1848, where Isaiah (Darby Davis), the master, is on his deathbed and tells his slave Benjamin (Shakur Tolliver) that all the slaves will be emancipated when he passes. “You know, Ben, I’ve always thought of you as a brother. I want you to know that,” Isaiah says. “I’m honored, massa. I’ve always loved you,” Benjamin responds. But when Isaiah dies, his widow, Elizabeth (Brittany Zaken), whom he told about his plan to free the slaves, changes his will so that none of the slaves will be given their freedom. “It always seems to me such a cruel thing to turn ni–ers loose to fend for themselves, when there are so many good masters to take care of them,” she complains to Isaiah’s brother, David (Jahsiah Rivera), who was aware of Isaiah’s final wish. “I care nothing for the ni–ers, on my own account, for they are a great deal more trouble than they are worth; I sometimes wish that there was not one of them in the world, for the ungrateful wretches are always running away.” Also entering the fray is Elizabeth’s brother, John (Marcus Jones), a preacher who believes that the widow should now marry David. A toxic mix of greed and unholy desire ensues, and David becomes a vicious taskmaster, as both he and Elizabeth abuse Benjamin and his wife, Charlotte (Yvonne Jessica Pruitt), leading to a surprising, tragic finale.

(photo by Joan Marcus)

Thomas Bradshaw uses slavery to explore modern-day racism in Southern Promises (photo by Joan Marcus)

Jason Sherwood’s set is dominated by a mounted large-scale photograph of the front of the plantation estate, tilting forward as if it is about to fall over and crush everyone. Tables and chairs are moved on- and offstage as lighting designer Jorge Arroyo illuminates individual windows to indicate where a scene takes place. At moments his lighting casts shadows on the facade that resemble Kara Walker’s silhouettes of slave owners raping and torturing black men, women, and children. (The play’s marketing image, which includes the tagline “We’re Finally Free,” uses silhouetted art by Walker as well.) In between scenes, snippets of southern rock songs by such superstars as Bob Dylan, the Band, Janis Joplin, the Allman Brothers, Neil Young, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and others play. In such works as Intimacy, Mary, and Burning, Bradshaw makes audiences feel uncomfortable as he explores issues of race and sex, and Southern Promises is no exception.

It’s unsettling to watch the play, directed with a poignant immediacy by Flea artistic director Niegel Smith (Take Care, A 24-Decade History of Popular Music) and featuring Timothy Park as a doctor, Adrain Washington as Emmanuel and an imaginary slave, Selamawit Worku as Sarah, and Adam Coy as Atticus; the actors are all of African, Latin American, or Asian descent. This revised version of Southern Promises is like a mini-Roots, going beyond the systemic racism that has been America’s shame for four hundred years to reveal how the concept of race and its power corrupts even the seemingly most well meaning of people. The night I attended, an awkward, uneasy moment at the curtain call uncovered society’s continuing pain, as most of the people of color in the primarily white audience did not applaud at all while several white people gave a standing ovation. But as we know, from the daily news to plays such as Southern Promises, no matter how woke many of us white people may try to be, this country still has a lot of work to do.

ONASSIS FESTIVAL 2019: DEMOCRACY IS COMING

Lena Kitsopoulou’s

Lena Kitsopoulou’s is part of Onassis Festival at Public Theater

Public Theater and other venues
425 Lafayette St.
April 10-28
212-539-8500
www.publictheater.org
www.onassisfestivalny.org

The English word “democracy,” and the concept of ruling by the common people, comes from Greek classical antiquity. The Public Theater, in partnership with Onassis USA, hearkens back to those origins in the 2019 Onassis Festival: Democracy Is Coming. From April 10 to 28, the Public and such other venues as La MaMa will present live performances, discussions, and more exploring the meaning and role of democracy from its early days to the present time, as fascism rears its ugly head in America and around the world. Below are only some of the many highlights.

Wednesday, April 10
through
Saturday, April 13

Relic, solo performance by Euripides Laskaridis, examining the current Greek crisis, Shiva Theater at the Public, $35, 8:00

Wednesday, April 10
through
Sunday, April 28

Socrates, new play by Tim Blake Nelson, directed by Doug Hughes, and starring Michael Stuhlbarg, Niall Cunningham, David Aaron Baker, Teagle F. Bougere, Peter Jay Fernandez, Robert Joy, Miriam A. Hyman, and others, Martinson Hall at the Public, $85

Saturday, April 13
Brunch, Tragedy & Us, book talk with Simon Critchley interviewed by Paul Holdengräber, the Library at the Public Theater, free with advance reservation, 11:30

Choir! Choir! Choir!, community singalong created by Daveed Goldman and Nobu Adilman, free with advance reservation, Public Theater lobby, 5:00

(photo by Miltos Athanasiou)

Euripides Laskaridis’s Relic runs April 18-20 at the Public Theater (photo by Miltos Athanasiou)

Sunday, April 14
Democracy Is the City, panel discussion with Alfredo Brillembourg, Karen Brooks Hopkins, and Kamau Ware and a live performance by Morley, Shiva Theater, 2:00

Monday, April 15
Public Forum: Of, by & for the People, featuring a conversation with Oskar Eustis, Suzan-Lori Parks, and Kwame Anthony Appiah and live performances by André Holland and Diana Oh, Shiva Theater, $25, 7:00

Thursday, April 18
through
Saturday, April 20

Antigone: Lonely Planet, Lena Kitsopoulou’s comic version of Sophocles’s tragedy, Shiva Theater, $35

Monday, April 22
Public Shakespeare Presents: What’s Hecuba to Him? Tragic Greek Women on Shakespeare’s Stage, commentary and readings from Euripides and Shakespeare with Professor Tanya Pollard, Isabel Arraiza, Tina Benko, Phylicia Rashad, and Ayana Workman, Martinson Hall, $35, 7:00

TRIBECA FILM FESTIVAL 2019: SPECIAL EVENTS AT THE BEACON

Tribeca Film Festival

Francis Ford Coppola will be at the Tribeca Film Festival screening and discussing Apocalypse Now: Final Cut

Beacon Theatre
2124 Broadway at 75th St.
Tribeca Film Festival runs April 25 – May 5
212-465-6000
www.tribecafilm.com
www.msg.com/beacon-theatre

The hottest events of the 2019 Tribeca Film Festival are taking place on the Upper West Side at the Beacon Theatre, where screenings, discussions, and live performances will feature Wu-Tang Clan, Spinal Tap, Francis Ford Coppola, the Trey Anastasio Band, and Martin Scorsese with Robert De Niro. Tickets are going fast, so act now if you want to catch any of these special presentations.

Thursday, April 25
Tribeca TV: Wu-Tang Clan: Of Mics and Men (Sacha Jenkins, 2019), followed by a live performance by Wu-Tang Clan, $116, 8:00

Friday, April 26
Movies Plus: Between Me and My Mind (Steven Cantor, 2019), followed by a live performance by the Trey Anastasio Band, 8:00

Tribeca Film Festival

Wu-Tang Clan will play live at the Tribeca Film Festival after screening of Wu-Tang Clan: Of Mics and Men

Saturday, April 27
Anniversary Screenings: This Is Spinal Tap (Rob Reiner, 1984), followed by a discussion with Christopher Guest, Michael McKean, Harry Shearer, and Rob Reiner and a live performance by Spinal Tap, $46-$256, 8:00

Sunday, April 28
Directors Series: Martin Scorsese with Robert De Niro, 2:00

Anniversary Screenings: Apocalypse Now: Final Cut (Francis Ford Coppola, 1979), world premiere of fortieth anniversary 4K Ultra HD restored version, with special Meyer Sound VLFC, followed by a discussion with Francis Ford Coppola, $46-$116, 5:00

OKLAHOMA!

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People might say Laurey Williams (Rebecca Naomi Jones) and Curly McLain (Damon Daunno) are in love in Oklahoma! (© Little Fang Photo)

Circle in the Square Theatre
1633 Broadway at 50th St.
Tuesday – Sunday through September 1, $69.50 – $169.50
oklahomabroadway.com

Daniel Fish’s extraordinary adaptation of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Pulitzer Prize–winning Oklahoma! has come sweepin’ down on Broadway following a much-lauded sold-out run at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn, opening last night at Circle in the Square. It’s the best of a recent influx of tweaked golden age musicals that update their take on misogyny and inequality between men and women, including My Fair Lady, Carousel, and Kiss Me, Kate. Fish has created a masterful retelling of the 1943 original, immersing the audience in the optimism that came with the southern territory becoming a state in 1906 — but uncovering a deep layer of darkness in the rich farmland soil. The theater has been turned into a communal hoedown, with some audience members sitting at long wooden tables on the stage opposite the characters; on the tables are red crockpots as if everyone is about to have a picnic — and indeed, at intermission, the audience lines up for a bowl of vegetarian chili and cornbread. Laura Jellinek’s stage is otherwise bare, with a pit at one end where the small band performs, a mural of a prairie landscape at the other, and many well-stocked gun racks on the walls surrounding the audience, threatening violence at any moment. The house lights are on for much of the show, except for two key times when lighting designer Scott Zielinski switches them off, bathing the theater in near-total pitch-blackness, only the red Exit signs visible. The lights above the stage shine through colorful bunting running across the ceiling, signaling a celebration, but it is a muted one, as Fish has a lot to say about the American dream amid all of this hopefulness in a still-young country.

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Daniel Fish delivers a dark Oklahoma! at Circle in the Square (© Little Fang Photo)

A box social is coming up, in which the men of the town bid on “hamper” meals made by the women, followed by a square dance. Goofy cowboy Curly McLain (Damon Daunno) wants to go with the serious Laurey Williams (Rebecca Naomi Jones), a beauty considered the catch of the community, but she has already agreed to attend the dance with the creepy Jud Fry (Patrick Vaill), a hired hand working on her Aunt Eller’s (Mary Testa) farm; resembling Theon Greyjoy from Game of Thrones, he is an intense man who looks as if he’s going to explode at any second and do some very bad things. Meanwhile, the clueless Will Parker (James Davis) is courting the free-spirited Ado Annie (Ali Stroker), who has developed the hots for traveling peddler Ali Hakim (Will Brill), who doesn’t know what he’s getting into. The hoi polloi also includes federal marshal Cord Elam (Anthony Cason); Ado Annie’s father, judge Andrew Carnes (Mitch Tebo); Gertie Cummings (Mallory Portnoy), who is attracted to Curly and has a ridiculous laugh; and Mike (Will Mann), a big guy who spends a lot of time watching the proceedings.

Much of Agnes de Mille’s original choreography has been cut, as John Heginbotham has created new movement for several scenes, most importantly the second set opener, in which Gabrielle Hamilton performs a long, powerful modern-dance solo to a screeching instrumental medley. Wearing a white shirt that says, “Dream Baby Dream,” referencing a song by glam punk duo Suicide (and covered by Bruce Springsteen), she furiously runs, jumps, and twirls across the stage, stopping often to make direct eye contact with people in the audience, almost accusingly, raising issues of gender and race as she questions the promise of equal opportunity in America, her deep breaths echoing through the space.

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Gabrielle Hamilton opens the second act with a thrilling solo about the American dream (© Little Fang Photo)

Fish (White Noise, The Source), well respected for his experimental works, primarily sticks to Oscar Hammerstein II’s book, although the ending is significantly altered to comment on the current state of one critical debate in the nation. Richard Rodgers’s score is gorgeously played by a country bluegrass band, expertly orchestrated by Daniel Kluger, with conductor and music director Nathan Koci on accordion and drums, Joe Brent on mandolin and electric guitar, Brett Parnell on pedal steel guitar, Hilary Hawke on banjo, Sarah Goldfeather on violin, Leah Coloff on cello, and Eleonore Oppenheim on bass. Joshua Thorson’s projections are not necessary, part of a trend of shows using large-scale live imagery that is all Ivo van Hove’s fault. Drew Lovey’s sound works well, particularly during the two scenes that take place in darkness.

But Fish doesn’t leave out the exhilarating joy that is Oklahoma!, which was based on the 1931 play Green Grow the Lilacs by Lynn Riggs, debuted on Broadway in 1943, won two Oscars for Fred Zinnemann’s 1955 film, and has previously been revived on the Great White Way in 1979 and 2002. Songs such as “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning,” “The Surrey with the Fringe on Top,” and “People Will Say We’re in Love” don’t sound old-fashioned in the least, and Stroker (Spring Awakening, Glee), rolling around in her wheelchair with an infectious glee, blasts out “I Can’t Say No,” taking ownership of her decisions as a sexually aware woman. Daunno (The Lucky Ones, Hadestown) and Jones (Significant Other, Big Love) excel in a battle of wills, while Vaill (Macbeth, Peter Pan) is chilling in a role previously played by Howard Da Silva, Shuler Hensley, and Rod Steiger. The ever-reliable Testa (Wicked, Queen of the Mist) holds down the fort as the sensible Aunt Eller. Don’t be scared off by the doom and gloom; Fish will still have you leaving the theater with magical music filling your head, even as you reconsider certain elements of a familiar story and how it relates to America in 2019.

HARPER LEE’S TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD

(photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Atticus Finch (Jeff Daniels) addresses the court in Aaron Sorkin’s Broadway adaptation of Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Shubert Theatre
225 West 44th St. between Broadway & Eighth Aves.
Tuesday – Sunday through November 3, $89-$199
tokillamockingbirdbroadway.com

About a dozen years ago, friends of mine had a baby they named Atticus, after the lawyer in Harper Lee’s Pulitzer Prize–winning 1960 novel, To Kill a Mockingbird; Gregory Peck won his only Oscar for portraying the highly principled Atticus Finch in Robert Mulligan’s 1962 film. If my friends had seen Aaron Sorkin’s Broadway adaptation of Lee’s book before giving birth, they may have chosen a different name. Following a legal dispute with the estate, which claimed that Oscar and Emmy winner Sorkin — who has written such plays as A Few Good Men and The Farnsworth Invention, such films as Moneyball and The Social Network, and such series as The West Wing and The Newsroom, — had broken their contract by making too many changes to Lee’s original story, the play opened at the Shubert Theatre after an undisclosed settlement to mixed reviews, some celebrating Sorkin’s version, others vilifying it as a disgrace. I find myself somewhere in between; directed by Bartlett Sher, the production is outstanding, but too many of Sorkin’s alterations scream out, too patently obvious and political-minded.

(photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Dill (Gideon Glick) is lifted up by Scout (Celia Keenan-Bolger) and Jem (Will Pullen) in To Kill a Mockingbird (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Set in sweltering Maycomb, Alabama (inspired by Lee’s hometown of Monroeville), in 1934, the poignant story about racial injustice is narrated by Atticus’s young daughter, Scout, played by forty-one-year-old actress Celia Keenan-Bolger, retelling what happened when a black man named Tom Robinson (Gbenga Akinnagbe) is accused of raping a white woman, Mayella Ewell (Erin Wilhelmi), and is defended by the widowed Atticus Finch (Jeff Daniels). Scout spends the summer hanging out with her older brother, Jem (Will Pullen), and new neighbor Dill (Gideon Glick), goofing around, traipsing too close to the house where local weirdo Arthur “Boo” Radley (Danny Wolohan) resides, and watching the trial. The white townspeople are furious that Atticus is helping a black man, and they make sure to let him know it, threatening Finch and his family with violence. But Atticus is determined not to give up, believing that he has enough evidence on his side to convince the all-white jury of Tom’s innocence. But racism rules all in Maycomb.

(photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Atticus (Jeff Daniels) and daughter Scout (Celia Keenan-Bolger) take a break on the front porch in Aaron Sorkin adaptation of classic novel (photo by Julieta Cervantes)

Sorkin makes some critical adjustments to Lee’s novel and the film, focusing on different aspects and characters. Judge Taylor (the ever-reliable Dakin Matthews) becomes more involved in the trial, castigating prosecutor Horace Gilmer (Stark Sands) and such witnesses as Bob Ewell (Frederick Weller), Mayella’s father, for ignoring protocol. The Finches’ maid, Calpurnia (LaTanya Richardson Jackson), speaks with a decidedly twenty-first-century attitude, intent on getting Atticus woke. Atticus also is a modern-day figure, beset by a political correctness that makes him want to see the best in all people, even men who don white hoods in the middle of the night and lie on the stand. His determination to reserve judgment of those who so obviously deserve it feels oddly reminiscent of President Trump’s declaration that there are good people on both sides of the Charlottesville conflict, although nothing else about Atticus is Trumpian.

Miriam Beuther has crafted a homey southern set, complete with musicians on either side of the stage for added atmosphere, with Kimberly Grigsby on pump organ and Allen Tedder on guitar, playing original music by Adam Guettel. Two-time Tony nominee and Emmy and Obie winner Daniels (Blackbird, God of Carnage) is both tender and stalwart as Atticus, an understanding man who has too much faith in humankind, while three-time Tony nominee Keenan-Bolger (The Glass Menagerie, The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee) is terrific as the adventurous and curious Scout, a young girl wise beyond her years, without being overly precocious. The cast also features Danny McCarthy as Sheriff Heck Tate, Wolohan as Mr. Cunningham, Phyllis Somerville as Mrs. Henry Dubose, and Neal Huff as the mysterious Link Deas. Sorkin’s version of Lee’s classic Bildungsroman is not your mother’s To Kill a Mockingbird, nor your grandmother’s. It is built around the continuing legacy of America’s greatest shame, from the seventeenth century to now, when it’s sadly still relevant, even if it’s been fiddled with far too much and there are unlikely to be a glut of babies named Atticus in the near future.

DIARY OF ONE WHO DISAPPEARED

An older photographer (actor Wim van der Grijn) interacts with his imaginary younger self (tenor Andrew Dickinson) in

An older photographer (actor Wim van der Grijn) interacts with his imaginary younger self (tenor Andrew Dickinson) in Diary of One Who Disappeared (photo © Jan Versweyveld)

BAM Howard Gilman Opera House
Peter Jay Sharp Building
230 Lafayette Ave.
April 4-6, $28-$140, 7:30
718-636-4100
www.bam.org
www.transparant.be

A World War I–era song cycle inspired by an aging Czech composer’s infatuation with a young woman seems an unlikely subject for Ivo van Hove’s usual theatrical treatment, but the Belgian director and Flemish opera company Muziektheater Transparant have reinterpreted Leos Janáček’s Diary of One Who Disappeared in a quietly affecting sixty-five-minute production that is making its US premiere at BAM’s Howard Gilman Opera House this week. In the summer of 1917, the sixty-three-year-old Janáček began an eleven-year epistolary relationship with twenty-six-year-old Kamila Stösslová. Both were married; over eleven years, Janáček wrote more than seven hundred letters to her declaring his undying love, while Stösslová answered only intermittently, replying fewer than fifty times, and without Janáček’s intimate passion. Janáček used Stösslová as his muse; she inspired several of his operas and the song cycle Diary of One Who Disappeared. At BAM, the attractive set, designed by van Hove’s longtime partner, Jan Versweyveld, is a long, horizontal darkroom with photography equipment and a piano nearly hidden within a small bookshelf, behind which is a sleeping area; a low ceiling makes it feel like the performers are trapped in a mysterious diorama. The romantic story is told as a fantasy memory, as an older photographer (actor Wim van der Grijn) interacts with his imaginary younger self (tenor Andrew Dickinson), cast as a young farmer enticed into a torrid affair with a young Romany woman, Zefka (mezzo soprano Marie Hamard). (Janáček often referred to Kamila in his letters as a “black Gypsy girl.”)

(photo © Jan Versweyveld)

Leoš Janáček’s Diary of One Who Disappeared gets the Ivo van Hove treatment at BAM (photo © Jan Versweyveld)

When the old photographer enters through a door in the back of the set, he is carrying an urn, the ashes of his late wife, and he admits he gave her only half his heart. He walks around the stage reciting lines from Janáček’s letters as Zefka and the younger man sing songs with lyrics taken from anonymous poems published in a 1916 newspaper. The lovely music is played by pianist Lada Valešová, with an offstage choir of Raphaële Green, Annelies Van Gramberen, and Naomi Beeldens contributing background vocals. Belgian composer Annelies Van Parys has added tender musical fragments that expand on Janáček’s themes.

The pacing is slow and genuine, with van Hove adding some of his signature multimedia touches, including live video of the two men developing a picture of Zefka, the use of an old-fashioned overhead projector, and footage of a naked woman beamed onto the actor’s body, as if she is deep within him. Versweyveld’s sensual lighting goes from cold blues to fiery reds. It’s a heartfelt story of unrequited love that spurred great creativity; inspired by Stösslová, Janáček also wrote Glagolitic Mass, Sinfonietta, and String Quartet No. 2 as well as characters in The Cunning Little Vixen, The Makropulos Affair, and Katya Kabanová. “I know that my compositions will be more passionate, more ravishing: you’ll sit on every little note in them. I’ll caress them; every little note will be your dark eye,” he wrote to her. It was an unrequited love that makes for a moving piece of theater.

THE TRAGEDY OF JULIUS CAESAR

(photo by Gerry Goodstein)

Brutus (Brandon J. Dirden) looks into the eyes of Julius Caesar (Rocco Sisto) in Shana Cooper’s adaptation of Julius Caesar at TFANA (photo by Gerry Goodstein)

Theatre for a New Audience, Polonsky Shakespeare Center
262 Ashland Pl. between Lafayette Ave. & Fulton St.
Through April 28, $90-$115
866-811-4111
www.tfana.org

Director Shana Cooper makes her Off Broadway debut with a fierce, violent adaptation of William Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar, running at Theatre for a New Audience’s Polonsky Shakespeare Center through April 28. Cooper’s version is bold and aggressive, set in a Rome that is falling apart by the minute. Sibyl Wickersheimer’s set features crumbling white drywall, slabs of which serve as bridges connecting the stage to the aisles in the audience (which many characters use to enter and exit scenes), and a large statue sloppily wrapped in a sheet with packing tape. Raquel Barreto’s costumes range from contemporary suits, dresses, leather jackets, and hoodies to cultlike outfits with creepy masks worn by Caesar’s (three-time Obie winner Rocco Sisto) partying supporters. The story is familiar: After military triumphs, Caesar returns to Rome as a fantastically populist hero; the entrenched power holders, the Roman senators, panic at the thought of his mob of true believers proclaiming him king/dictator and destroying the republic. Following the rally at which Caesar is three times offered and three times refuses a crown presented by Mark Antony (Jordan Barbour), a group of senators and soldiers plot to assassinate Caesar, led by Brutus (Obie winner Brandon J. Dirden), Cassius (Matthew Amendt), and Caska (Stephen M. Spencer). “It is no matter. Let no images / Be hung with Caesar’s trophies. I’ll about, / And drive away the vulgar from the streets,” coconspirator and senator Cinna (Armando McClain) declares.

(photo by Gerry Goodstein)

Marcus Brutus (Brandon J. Dirden) affirms his love for his wife, Portia (Merritt Janson), in Shakespeare tragedy at TFANA (photo by Gerry Goodstein)

Cassius adds, “And why should Caesar be a tyrant then? / Poor man, I know he would not be a wolf, / But that he sees the Romans are but sheep. / Those that with haste will make a mighty fire / Begin it with weak straws. What trash is Rome? / What rubbish and what offal? When it serves / For the base matter to illuminate / So vile a thing as Caesar!” Substitute “deplorables” for “base matter” and Trump for Caesar, and Shakespeare’s genius for illuminating human nature is stunningly clear. A soothsayer (Michelle Hurst) warns Caesar to “beware the Ides of March,” but the august leader dismisses her prophecy. Joined by Decius Brutus (Barrett O’Brien), Trebonius (Mark Bedard), Metellus Cimber (Ted Deasy), and Caius Ligarius (Liam Craig), the senators attack Caesar, whose own triumvirate of loyalists consists of Antony, Octavius Caesar (Benjamin Bonenfant), and Lepidus (Craig). Brutus is the most conflicted by the coming assassination attempt, fraught with worry about taking action against a man he professes to love. The conspirators might have thought they were saving Rome, but soon they are at war, threatening the stability of the city and leaving behind a trail of blood.

Cooper infuses her telling with a ferocious, unrelenting male energy as characters shout and run around the theater, immersing the audience in the proceedings. She and choreographer Erika Chong Shuch turn the battle scenes into brutal, vicious dances that counterbalance the earlier, gentle passion displayed among the men as they softly touch and look lustfully at one another, giving textured meaning to such lines as “I have much mistook your passion” and “Nor construe any further my neglect / Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war / Forgets the show of love to other men.” The play occasionally rides off the rails, as when it uses two posters of watching eyes. Dirden (Jitney, All the Way) is the heart of the show as Brutus fights to stay true to his soul and prove to his wife, Portia (Merritt Janson), that he is a good man, a very different kind of Brutus as compared to, for example, Corey Stoll’s conniving, manipulative version in Oskar Eustis’s controversial Shakespeare in the Park adaptation that explicitly turned Caesar into Donald Trump. Cooper’s thrillingly testosterone-fueled production demonstrates that Julius Caesar is likely to always be relevant as long as men strive for power — and others seek to take them down.