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Is this part of the play?!
Oh, its part of it all right.
Lileana Blain-Cruzs tight, controlled production immediately gives us that little thrill of delight that comes from the incongruous.
They are all, at some point inMarys Seacole, mothers and healers.
They are all daughters.
They are all, at some point, women of business.
In moments, each trio can be read as a three-generation family unit.
In other moments, they seem like manifestations of the same women at different ages.
They become doctors, patients, performers, and patrons as needed.
For one side its a game, for the other, a job.
I, she says again, making her decision.
An important event.It was, reads Drurys immediately following stage direction.
She puts another one in her own before she disappears.
Its one of those glitch-in-the-Matrix moments a shiver of oddness that Mary tries to smile off.
She has created a remarkable self, and yet shes inherited cruelty along with endurance.
and Bernstine and Beans are so sharp in their responses that their looks could give you a paper cut.
Pain is inevitable, and human, and okay.
Making people that carry a historical burden of paid and unpaid caring responsible for your pain not so much.
What is your name?
Tell me your name!
May snaps at Mary when the plays climax clicks back into focus.
Shes got the unmistakable fury of a woman demanding to see the manager.
Mary says her name.
Its a fierce, complex eulogy and, likeFairview, an exhortation to see both past and present better.
Marys Seacoleis at the Claire Tow Theater at Lincoln Center.
