
J.
Harrison Ghee, Bryson Battle (Photo: Marc J. Franklin)
Saturday
Church
By Julia
Polinsky
Take me to
church. Please.
Saturday
Church, now playing
at New York Theatre Workshop, opens with the magnificent, ebullient, Tony-winning,
can-do-no-wrong J. Harrison Ghee as Black Jesus, asking, "Can I show y'all what
collective love looks like? What collective joy looks like? What collective
healing looks like?" As directed by Whitney White and based on the 2017 indie film,
the freewheeling, life-affirming energy of Saturday Church makes it easy
to remember that theater, at its best, is worship. From the gospel choir in Act
1 to the super-duper Ball ending, Saturday Church takes us all to
church.

Veyonce
Deleon, B Noel Thomas, Joaquina Kalukango, Kareem Marsh, Damani Van Rensalier
(Photo: Marc J. Franklin)
In between,
there's a somewhat cliché story of Ulysses (Bryson Battle), a very young
not-yet-out gay Black man (early teen? late teen? hard to tell) who doesn't fit
in his home church, but wants to sing in the choir. Wants to raise his
beautiful voice in praise. Grieving the death of his father, Ulysses wants to
be part of The Spiritual Thing, the community that church fosters. But his aunt
Rose, the choir director (Tony-winner Joaquina Kalukango), tells him he's too
flamboyant, and Pastor Lewis (also Ghee) also insists he tame his natural
personality in order to fit in.
He can't be anything other
than what he is, so he embarks on an odyssey to make his life better. Before
that happens, despair gets layered on top of his grief, until a lucky meet-cute
on the subway shows him a way to be fully himself. He encounters Raymond
(Jackson Kanawha Perry), a homeless gay around Ulysses's age, who tells him
about the LGBTQIA+ Saturday Church, where the "only requirement is don't be
boring." "It's a place where people like us can be ourselves," he says. Poor
Ulysses responds, "I'm not." but Raymond interrupts him: "Oh, you don't know
yet?"
The rest of
the show is utterly predictable, but it's so excitingly danced (choreography by
Darrell Grand Moultrie), so musically vibrant (music supervision, arrangements,
orchestrations from Jason Michael Webb and Luke Solomon), so visually delicious
(scenic design from David Zinn, lighting by Adam Honoré), that it doesn't
matter that the book is a little uneven. The second act drags, as so many
second acts do, even those in shows based on films, as this one is (book/lyrics
writer Damon Cardasis made the original movie; James Ijames co-wrote the book
and additional lyrics). Music by Sia, with additions from DJ/producer Honey
Dijon, doesn't always advance the plot, but who cares? The songs may be
shoehorned into the show, but they energize as much as they entertain.

Anania, B
Noel Thomas, Caleb Quezon (Photo: Marc J. Franklin)
Ulysses finds
a home, of course. The Saturday Church "members" help him to find out who he
really is and so much of what that implies. That doesn't help in his straight
life, and family conflict leads him to run away, to yet more despair and even
danger. He finds his way back to Saturday Church, to acceptance, solace, love,
and the love, healing, and a dose of straight talk from Black Jesus. Is Black
Jesus "real" or Ulysses's imagination? Doesn't matter. The offer of salvation
is real, as is the love.
There are
subplots about the church leader, Ebony (B Noel Thomas) who is working out her
own grief issues; Ulysses' widowed mom, Amara (Kristolyn Lloyd), overworked and
overstressed; and Aunt Rose, hyper-responsible and intolerant, until she
realizes how much harm she's doing. All these subplots weave together until you
can't pull the threads apart. By the end, Ulysses's chosen family and his
born-family actually (and scarcely credibly) unite in song, dance, and killer
shoes (Qween Jean's costumes are epic, as is wig and hair design from
Dharius Thomas.)
Go see Saturday
Church. You'll be taken to Saturday Church, a better, kinder, more vibrant
place than you can imagine.
Saturday
Church
At New York
Theatre Workshop
150 E 4th
St
Through
October 19