Black Repertory Theatre director Sean Vaughn Scott has a dicey situation on his hands. The good news: He's got two beautiful, big-voiced women and one beautiful, average-voiced woman to star in the current production of Dream Girls. The bad news: Their male counterparts don't match up. Once the first act gets underway, you're left wondering if the stars will align at all. How, for instance, will the snappy, full-figured diva Effie White ever get together with slimy record executive Curtis Taylor? It works in the movie, but in this version, Effie — played by the ferocious Danesha Simon — far upstages Curtis (a bumbling Charles Hardy Jr.). He's no Jamie Foxx, and to be quite honest, he doesn't seem fast enough for her. Vaughn Scott was apparently thinking the same thing.
His solution? Jettison most of the plot. It's a predictable script anyhow: Members of an ambitious girl group — the Dreamettes — make several Faustian bargains just to get a footing in the music business. Starry-eyed and naive, they fall into the clutches of nefarious men, get burned, and come out having gleaned some vague lesson about racism, misogyny, and how you can't trust anyone. Scott keeps a few of these details in his production, mostly as signifiers for people who already know the story. A lot of the background information gets elided.
Yet Scott enlisted some incredible talent to help glue the show together and amplify the parts that work. Simon, for one, is an incredible singer. Just who is that Danesha Simon, anyway? She's apparently a Black Rep regular, having starred alongside rapper Suga T in her own gospel play Misery Loves Company, which showed in early June. Otherwise, she's somewhat unknown, but a phenomenal singer nonetheless. Her performance of Effie's signature number "And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going" had enough wattage to impress the Sunday night crowd at Black Rep, which is no easy feat, considering the range the song requires. Hardy is no match, song-wise or stage-wise (he makes a lot of big arm movements and has trouble hitting the high notes), but Nicolia Bagby is quite charming as Deena Jones, the play's resident Diana Ross. Meanwhile, Overstreet steals all the thunder (bad pun intended) from the other male leads with his garish, glittery sports jackets and James Brown dance moves.
Granted, the best elements of this Dream Girls are ancillary to the play itself. It kicks off with a variety show modeled after Showtime at the Apollo — really an excuse to feature all the fabulous singers and outrageous costumes that Vaughn Scott has at his disposal. Other highlights include dance choreography by Reginald Ray Savage, dexterous piano accompaniment by Kito Gamble, and two gratuitous performances by ex-Tower of Power singer Lenny Williams, doing his hits. The rest of the play needs some rejiggering. There are a few pregnant pauses when actors try to remember their lines, and some interminable pauses between scenes, while the actresses change frocks. At points, it seems a little unpolished — more like notes toward Dream Girls rather than the actual Dream Girls. But the raw materials are first-rate.
While the East Bay dabbles in Motown history, a San Francisco theater troupe is romancing with the East Bay — Oakland in particular. John Rosenberg's new play The Jericho Road Improvement Association is showing at the Phoenix Theatre, a small black box in downtown San Francisco. Staged by Rosenberg's company Hella Fresh Theatre, it's a searing drama that purports to be about race relations and law enforcement, though it's actually about white men — white policemen, in particular — trying to deal with race, both as a construct and a reality. Ex-corrupt-cop Paul (Fred Sharkey) tries to atone for his sins (planting guns, murdering unarmed suspects, committing perjury) by opening a dive bar on Martin Luther King Jr. Way in West Oakland. He installs a pool table, hangs a Raiders pennant over the bar, and decorates the place with photos of fallen civil rights heroes to form a tawdry shrine. As one of his cop friends points out, it's a bizarre form of black face and a rather misguided way of playing the Good Samaritan (note the reference to the parable of Jericho Road).
Despite its thorny subject matter and rather damaging portrayal of Oakland law enforcement, the play has a lot of captivating elements. The acting is pretty spot-on. Sharkey is great as the sad sack Paul, Sam Leichter provides comic relief as Jesse, a BART security guard-turned-wannabe rapper (i.e., modern minstrel), and newbie Abel Habtegeorgis steals the show as Cash, the play's single black character. (He comments more on the action than advances it, but he's got all the best lines.) Jericho Road teems with references to crooked cops — the Riders and the BART police, even though it's set in 2000. But it's ultimately a morally ambiguous play. It does, however, have one thing in common with Dream Girls: Both productions claim to be about one thing, and turn out to be about something else.