Bootycandy
Robert O’Hara
“You have to pull yourself back and wash so you can keep
your bootcandy clean.” So says little
Sutter’s snappy mother who has quite explicit ideas what her pre-pubescent son
needs to do when bathing each day (now and forever), opening him up to ask
questions like, “Mama, what is a blow job?”
(Her answer, if it is not in the dictionary, it is not a word, period.)
And thus opens Bootycandy,
Robert O’Hara’s usually hilarious, often poignant, and sometimes tragic
exploration of the attitudes and stereotypes (outlandish to poisonous) he sees
within the African American community towards homosexuality. With a fine and accomplished cast, Black
Artists Contemporary Cultural Experience presents Bootycandy in a production honest in its approach, raw in its
language and depiction, and daring in its willingness to lay situations right
on the table that may be uncomfortable to witness. At the same time, Edris Cooper-Anifowoshe’s
choices in bringing Mr. O’Hara’s script to full life lead constantly to
laugh-out-loud moments galore, sometimes bringing tears of hilarity followed
quickly by tears of the pathos behind the humor.
Bootycandy is
structured as a series of varying length comedy sketches, any one of which
could actually stand alone as a short segment on an SNL-type show. At first, it appears they are unrelated
except for a running theme of dealing with sexual attitudes within the black
community of America, mostly in relation to gay men. But the further the evening progresses (and
especially once into the second act), it becomes clear that many of the
segments (but not all) explore the sexual identity journey of Sutter, the
little boy – played by the grown Sutter – of the first scene. We see Sutter as a kid, a teen, and a grown
man; and we view him in conversations, confrontations, and consultations with
close relatives, best buds, and possible pick-ups at home, in bars, in a seedy
motel room, and in a old-folks home.
AeJay Mitchell spans well all the age and maturity
requirements as he portrays time-specific glimpses into Sutter’s life. He is a persistently curious and cute kid,
nagging his reluctant mom about birds-and-bees inquiries that hint greatly at
his interest in his so-called “bootycandy” and other boys. As a teen, he glides about and talks in a
soft but precise style and manner that speaks to his interest in theatre,
Whitney Houston, and Jackie Collins’ books.
As a young adult, he is explicit about his sexual desires of a possible
partner but also cautious and wary due to an experience at a younger age with
an older white man – a connection that continues to haunt him in memory and in
the man’s association with someone he later meets. Throughout, Mr. Mitchell shows an acute ability
to convince us of the complexities Sutter has to face and power through as an
African-American, gay man -- both within his own family and within the black
minority and white majority worlds around him.
Surrounding Sutter in these sketches are a variety of people
who sometimes link as the same person from one skit to the next but who more
often play a variety of unconnected roles and are often in scenes that are not
about his life at all. Chief among the
four cast members for his ability to be outrageously, over-the-top funny is
Rotimi Agababiaka. As Reverend Benson,
he begins a Sunday sermon about the “I Heard Folks” in his congregation – those
people “who love to come around whispering” about some of the choir boys who
they say are “a little freaky’ and “a little twisted” because they “smile at
one another” and “have a look see at one another.” With ever-increasing volumes of a voice that
distinctly in preacher rhythms underlines words for emphasis and exaggerates
consonants like spitting bullets, the Reverend attacks his congregants’
underlying prejudices against gays without ever using the word. As his long fingers point, his arms flail,
and his whole body jerks, jumps, and eventually jives, this preacher has a few
surprises of his own under his holy robes.
Mr. Agababiaka returns in several more sketches in roles such
as the sullen, mostly silent, but always sneering step-father of the teenage
Sutter who thinks the boy needs sports in his life to overcome his tendencies
toward glamour and books. He also
appears in curlers and robed nightgown as the aged, nursing-home-bound
grandmother of Sutter in a scene full of sentimental nostalgia as Sutter orders
her favorite-but-now-forbidden baby back ribs on his cell phone. At the same time, he plays snippets of past
conversations to trigger stories and memories the two share (and act out to
both sweet and hilarious effects). In
each and all of his roles, this is the actor worth the price of the ticket to
see.
But holding their own is the rest of this excellent
ensemble, too. Kehinde Koyejo and Indiia
Wilmott appear as chatting friends on the phone (as well as each of their
call-interrupting sisters) who cannot stop gossiping, cackling, and rolling
their eyes about one of their daughters who is about to name her baby daughter
“Genitalia.” Much later, the two actors
appear with the Reverend Benson and a hippy-looking white guy (Aaron Wilton) as
a lesbian couple (the grown Genitalia with her wife, Intifada) all dressed in
white for a full ceremony that is step-by-outrageous-step the polar opposite of
a marriage ceremony. Together with
competitive antics of screams, accusations, and sneaky tricks, they pledge
their non-commitment -- promising eternal “faith, hope, and hatred.” (While both of these sketches are hilarious, their
connection to the whole overall jigsaw puzzle being constructed throughout the
evening is as strange, outlier pieces.)
Aaron Wilton, as the lone Caucasian in the cast, also has
the opportunity to play a wide range of personalities. He is la-la goofy as a bare-chested, beaded,
new-age leader of the aforementioned ceremony of dissolution. He is clearly out-to-lunch but with no visible
clue of being so as a white moderator of a panel of four black playwrights –
the supposed writers of four earlier scenes we have just seen in earlier
sketches. But it is when he plays two
different scenes as a straight man desiring sex with Sutter at two points in Sutter’s
life that Mr. Wilton shows his true moxie as an actor, with each scene evoking
the pain, inner shame, and total frustration of such situations (and each scene
further allowing Mr. Mitchell to show his acting prowess as he further examines
the sexual-identity journey of Sutter).
Sean Riley has made good use of the staging possibilities of
the large Brava Theatre stage, including its backdrop curtains, in designing
simple sets that flow in and out with relative ease for the evening’s many
short scenes. His vision is greatly
enhanced by the lighting design of Jenny B (Shady Lady Lighting) that uses a
mixture of colors, spots, and full-stage lighting to establish beautifully the
needed moods and foci. Much of the
night’s humor emits not just from the script, direction, and acting but also
from the many changes of costumes Andre Harrington has been called upon to
create – from “non-wedding” attire to fabulous, teenage gay boy to uptight
parents and gossiping church ladies.
Robert O’Hara does not shy from alerting the
sometimes-reluctant African American community that there are gays lurking
among them and that their lives and loves count as important even as the
culture makes it difficult for them to see themselves as normal and
loving. But his message of course
applies to every sub-culture within America and to a society as a whole where
entire swaths of U.S. geography are still packed full of people with all the
prejudices of the “I Heard Folks.” Kudos
goes to the Black Artists Contemporary Cultural Experience for staging this
regional premiere and doing so in such a compellingly funny and though-provoking
manner.
Rating: 4 E
Bootycandy
continues through March 5, 2017 in production by the Black Artists Contemporary
Cultural Experience at the Brava Theatre, 2781 24th Street, San
Francisco. Tickets are available online
at https://www.brava.org/all-events/2017/2/15/bootycandy.
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