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Jean Genet’s


translated by Bernard Frechtman

Archibald Absalom Wellington – Michael A. Shepperd

Deodatus Village – Victor Love

Adelaide Bobo – Lisa Black

Augusta Snow – Cesili Williams

Edgar Alas Newport News – Brian Reid

Felicity Trollop Pardon – O-Lan Jones

Stephanie Virtue Secret Rose – Uma Nithipalan

Diouf – Bradley Spann

Queen – Marlene Warfield

Valet – Jason Delane

Judge – Sean Runnette

Governor – Jonathan Peck

Missionary – Jan Munroe

Singer – Alisa Banks


Director – L. Kenneth Richardson

Scenic Designer – Snezana Petrovic

Lighting Designer – Anne Militello

Costume Designer – Ann Closs-Farley

Sound Designer – John Zalewski

Choreographer – Julie Arenal

Stage Manager – Tracey McAvoy

Assistant Stage Manager – Jennifer Ludden

Producers – Lauren Campedelli, Bart DeLorenzo, Nataki Garrett


Graphic Design – Colleen Wainwright

May 21 - April 26, 2005

LA Weekly

A clown show. Well, somebody had to do it – revisit the outlaw playwright Jean Genet’s feverish, phantasmagorical explication/deconstruction of Negro-ness that rocked more than a few boats back in 1961 – and I’m glad it’s L. Kenneth Richardson. The director helmed the first production of The Colored Museum and has always had a keen sense of the absurd, especially as it relates to race and identity; the sounds and visuals of this show – Snezana Petrovic's color-festooned set that suggests a nightclub with disco and hip-hop shimmering nonstop in the background – convey that well before the actors open their mouths. The ensemble is multicultural rather than all black – a Richardson twist – and shuttles easily between the nominal plot (a group of blacks re-enact the murder of a nameless white woman for an imperial white tribunal) and Genet’s dense but frequently lyrical language about the ultimate tragedy of black folk being denied lyricism from all quarters, including their own. Richardson presents this masque in all its modern outrageousness and complexity, and his cast proves more than up to the task, especially Michael A. Shepperd as MC Archibald, Victor Love as the anti-hero Village and Cesili Williams as the militant, sexy Snow. And don't let the thematic heaviness fool you – this clown show is also a rollicking good time.  – Erin Aubry Kaplan


BackStage West

Director L. Kenneth Richardson's exceptional production of Jean Genet’s incendiary racial drama packs so many wallops, you don’t know where the next punch is coming from. Genet’s skewering of racial perceptions, his powerful meditation on human cruelty, and his ironic subversion of the audience’s theatrical expectations are all so powerful, the audience is often left reeling. This is Genet at his most blistering, shocking, and dangerous: One can only imagine the public’s reaction when the play premiered back in the 1960s.


The show starts out with the introduction of several characters, called "Negroes" in the text, several of whom are played by white actors in blackface, several by African-American actors who are wearing blackface. The use of the trappings of minstrel-show elements is enough to induce squirming in the audience–particularly when, in Richardson’s slyly ironic staging, the characters present themselves with big, fake, toothy smiles, performing boogie-ing gyrations common to ’70s blaxploitation movies.

The Negroes have been summoned to the theatre to re-enact the murder of a white woman before an audience of VIPs. The VIPs consist of a group of characters who are meant to represent the oppressive authorities of European civilization–and they’re portrayed by a mix of black- and white actors in "white face" makeup. It turns out that The Negroes re-enact the same murder every night. And, it seems, every night, the murder spree devolves into the Negroes endlessly slaughtering the court and taking over the world.


The show’s disturbing enough on an elemental level that we see why it’s rarely performed these days. Yet, the play’s racial issues are essentially just a smokescreen: The work is ultimately about humanity’s savagery and that the trappings of civilization are as flimsy as mankind’s bestial nature is hardwired. Richardson’s staging dazzles, with blisteringly sharp pacing and a sophisticated mood of omnipresent menace that we almost feel ashamed of feeling.

Richardson is assisted by Julie Arenal’s wonderfully crisp choreography, and by Ann Closs-Farley’s gorgeously colorful and cartoonish costumes. Finally, though, it’s the eerie intensity of the ensemble that sells the work: Michael A. Shepperd, as the creepily friendly narrator Archibald, is especially terrifying–and so are Victor Love as the white girl’s killer, Cesili Williams as an angry black anarchist, and Marlene Warfield as the ill-fated "white" Queen.  – Paul Birchall

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