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Something extraordinary happens on a street in Huntsville, Alabama. Mr. Woods (Keith Randolph Smith), a hard-working Black man in the community, is involved in a traffic stop with two cops (Mark Bedard and Jorge Luna) - a scene witnessed far too many times in America. But this time something strange occurs. As his neighbors, Retta (Caroline Stefanie Clay), Reggie (Ray Anthony Thomas), and their grandson, Trent (Cecil Blutcher), watch from their balcony perch, Mr. Woods's anger transforms into something... unexpected. Something that changes everything.

That's where Zora Howard's "BUST: AN AFROCURRENTIST PLAY" begins, and to say more would spoil its interesting revelations. "Bust," written by Zora Howard and directed by Lileana Blain-Cruz, is produced by Goodman Theatre in association with Alliance Theatre.

What makes this play remarkable is how it reimagines Black rage not as a liability, but as a source of protection - a force that might finally shield from, instead of exposing to, danger. Howard asks us to consider: What if the very emotion that so often puts Black lives at risk could become their shield?

Zora Howard's dialogue—especially in its most naturalistic scenes—crackles with authentic humor. Retta and Reggie's interactions sparkle, their shared past adding layers of meaning to every exchange. Their long history together makes even the smallest moments between them feel like inside jokes waiting to be told. The classroom sequences, where students push back against repressive authority, each other, and the invisible weight of a broken system, are electric. But as the narrative slips into more surreal terrain, cracks begin to show.

Unlike the magical realism of Gabriel García Márquez—where supernatural moments are seamlessly embedded in the everyday, unquestioned and mythic—"Bust" dwells too long in the confusion of its own metaphors. The characters' prolonged reactions to the inexplicable events ("What just happened?", "Where is…?", "How can…?") pull us out of the flow and render the surreal sequences more like detours than revelations. The unnamed, non-descript space—perhaps intended as a psychic or spiritual refuge from racial trauma—feels underdeveloped and too divorced from the world around it. Rather than expanding the emotional scope of the play, this abstraction creates a frustrating disconnect.

There's a clear metaphor at work: rage forces retreat; grief bends reality. But in "Bust," that retreat never fully reconciles with the lived world of the characters. The liminal realm they enter—be it dream, myth, or madness—never roots itself in the logic of the story. It becomes less a mystical integration and more an escape hatch, leaving the audience unsure how to interpret it, or why the play is split in two.

A seasoned dramaturg might have helped stitch the play's dual impulses—realism and abstraction—into a more cohesive fabric. As it stands, "Bust" is a piece with two distinct voices: one that speaks in the language of humor, pain, and communal survival, and another that whispers through metaphor, without always being heard.

Still, even in its fragmentation, "Bust" pulses with urgency and vision. Blain-Cruz's direction keeps the energy taut and the stakes high. The ensemble, including Bernard Gilbert as Zeke, Victoria Omoregie as Paige, Ivan Cecil Walks as Boobie, Renika Williams-Blutcher as Krystal, and Caitlin Hargraves as Ms. Pinto, bring unvarnished honesty to their performances.

In the end, "Bust" isn't a bust—it's an eruption. It's bold, funny, and full of potential. But in aiming for the transcendent, it sometimes loses sight of the real—and the real, here, is already more than enough.

SOMEWHAT RECOMMENDED
When: Through March 18
Where: Goodman Theatre, 170 N. Dearborn St.
Tickets: $25-$85
Info: www.goodmantheatre.org

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The dynamic clashes of three couples living parallel lives fuels Christina Anderson’s delightful new play, How to Catch Creation. With dialog that is fresh, arresting, and completely natural, Anderson captures and holds our attention throughout the 90-minute show.  We quickly become invested in the characters, want to know how things will turn out for them.

Particularly strong were the portrayals of Griffin (Keith Randolph Smith is spectacular), and his bosom buddy and best female friend Tami (Karen Aldridge in an electric performance).

Griffin is a middle-aged man recently released from prison after being wrongfully convicted, trying to reclaim his life – with a settlement to get him started. Tami is an academic administrator in the fine arts department, whose life as an artist is now in abeyance – and likewise for her love life, which trends toward women.

Tami and Griffin have that most special intimacy, one that allows for unsparing honesty, and in the best of all possible worlds could be the basis for a rock-solid marriage. But nothing suggests they are headed in that direction. But your antenna will rise as the dialog between these two, sparklingly well written, suggests a special energy – and the chemistry between these two accomplished actors is unrelentingly magnetic.

In the course of the action, Tami pairs up with Riley (Maya Vinice Prentiss) a computer technician and electronic musician. Complicating things is the fact that Riley is involved with Stokes (Bernard Gilbert). Without spoiling the plot and reveals, we discover a thread of connections through two generations, and through coincidences and fate, paths cross and the complicated fabric of the drama is woven.

The presentation of the play is fast-paced and technically wonderful – Anderson’s script sets great production challenges, as it mimics the fast-paced, quick-cut style of a film – with vignettes, short scenes, and jumps back in time. To accomplish this, director Nigel Smith seamlessly integrated scenery and staging (Todd Rosenthal) lighting (Allen Lee Hughes) and sound (Joanna Lynne Staub, with composition by Justin Ellington).

In How to Catch Creation, Anderson reminds us that the more things change, the more they stay the same. The title tips us off to the parallels within these couples, and the pursuit each holds in common of creation – in painting, writing, procreating – and the quest for love. As if to underscore it all, Anderson gives us several pairs of scenes that run concurrently, with identical dialog spoken sometimes simultaneously, sometimes sequentially, by couples in different times and of different ages. The effect is marvelous.   

One couple is shown living in the 1960s and 1970s, Ayanna Bria Bakari (Natalie), Jasmine Bracey (G.K. Marche) and Anderson is very specific about the timing of scenes: one takes place a few days after the specific reference to the September 15, 1963 bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama; the scene references the killing of four little girls in the church. Another takes place years later, with a very specific presentation of an ad at a bus stop for an Apple computer (a perfect replication of the real thing), setting it in the late 1970s, when Apple first began advertising.

The other two couples inhabit 2014, but also with a specificity. “It’s 2014,” says Riley. “If you have the money, you can have can have a kid.” Perhaps by rooting the action in concrete details, Anderson wants to make it more credible. But she has accomplished that already, with the dialog in this wonderfully written work. Highly recommended. How to Catch Creation runs through February 24 at Goodman Theatre.